Men will forgive a man anything except bad prose.

We must be united, we must be undaunted, we must be inflexible. Our qualities and deeds must burn and glow through the gloom oEurope until they become the veritable beacon oits salvation.

Books, in all their variety, offer the human intellect the means whereby civilisation may be carried triumphantly forward.

I built with my own hands ... a large swimming-pool which was filtered to limpidity and could be heated to supplement our fickle sunshine.

Let us set up a standard around which the brave and the loyal can rally.

I am weary of a task which is done and I hope I shall not shrink when the aftermath ends. My only wish is to live peacefully out the remaining years - if years they be.

My tastes are simple. I like only the very best.