I am writing in one of the Keepers' Lodges to wh I have returned after stalking & where I am waiting for the Prince of Wales. Quite the best day's sport I have had in this country - 4 good stags & home early!

I was shown a picture by Cézanne of a blank wall of a house, which he had made instinct with the most delicate lights and colours.

There is no greater mistake than to suppose that platitudes, smooth words, timid policies, offer today a path to safety.

If you recognize anyone it does not mean you like them.

These are great days.

My hope is that the generous instincts of unity will not depart from us...[so that we] become the prey of the little folk who exist in every country and who frolic alongside the Juggernaut car of war to see what fun or notoriety they can extract from the proceedings.

Unpunctuality is a vile habit.