It is with deep grief I watch the clattering down of the British Empire with all its glories and all the services it has rendered to mankind.

Working hours are never long enough. Each day is a holiday, and ordinary holidays are grudged as enforced interruptions in an absorbing vocation.

Are you insinuating that I am a purveyor of terminological inexactitudes?

There must be what Mr. Gladstone many years ago called a blessed act of oblivion. We must all turn our backs upon the horrors of the past. We must look to the future. We cannot afford to drag forward across the years that are to come the hatreds and revenges which have sprung from the injuries of the past.

Talking death seriously is one of the tragedies of youth

Writing is an adventure.

It is not alone that property, in all its forms, is struck at, but that liberty, in all its forms, is challenged by the fundamental conceptions of socialism.