London is on the whole the most possible form of life.

When you're writing you're trying to find out something which you don't know.

Highly organized research is guaranteed to produce nothing new.

If I decide to be an idiot$$$ then Ill be an idiot on my own accord.

There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and the instrument plays itself.

I was obliged to be industrious. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed . . . equally well.

I have my books and my poetry to protect me.

Then$$$ happy was the man who carried his liquor well.

Your very silence shows you agree.

If we were all on trial for our thoughts$$$ we would all be hanged.