Write As The Wind Blows And Command

There Are Few Greater Temptations On Earth Than To Stay Permanently At Oxford In Meditation, And To Read All The Books In The Bodlean.

The Tender Evenlode That Makes Her Meadows Hush To Hear The Sound Of Waters Mingling In The Brakes, And Binds My Heart To English Ground. A Lovely River, All Alone, She Lingers In The Hills And Holds A Hundred Little Towns Of Stone, Forgotten In The Western Wolds.

I Am Writing A Book About The Crusades So Dull That I Can Scarcely Write It.

The World Is Full Of Double Beds And Most Delightful Maidenheads, Which Being So, There's No Excuse For Sodomy Or Self-abuse.

The Smaller Man Approaching Our Modern Banking System, Which Controls All Issue Of Credit And Therefore Pretty Well All Our Industrial And Commercial Activities, Is Not What The Controllers Of That Credit Call "interesting." He Borrows With Difficulty And Upon High Terms, And Must Pledge Security Out Of All Proportion To That Which His Richer Rival Has To Put Down.