No matter. The dead bird does not leave the nest.

We see nothing but good and hope in a richer, freer, more contented European commonalty. But we have our own dreams and our own task. We are with Europe, but not of it. We are linked, but not comprised. We are interested and associated, but not absorbed.

We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us.

It is a fine game to play - the game of politics - and it is well worth waiting for a good hand before really plunging.

Want of foresight, unwillingness to act when action would be simple and effective, lack of clear thinking, confusion of counsel until the emergency comes, until self-preservation strikes its jarring gong - these are the features which constitute the endless repetition of history.

Writing a book is an adventure.

Nothing makes a man more reverent than a library.