Britain Possesses No Climate, Only

Variety, Individuality, Peculiarity, Eccentricity And Indeed Crankiness Are Agreeable To The British Mind; They Make Life More Interesting.

[n]othing About A Book Is So Unmistakable And So Irreplaceable As The Stamp Of The Cultured Mind. I Don't Care What The Story Is About Or What May Be The Momentary Craze For Books That Appear To Have Been Hammered Out By The Village Blacksmith In A State Of Intoxication; The Minute You Get The Easy Touch Of The Real Craftsman With Centuries Of Civilisation Behind Him, You Get Literature.

Make No Mistake About It, The Detective-story Is Part Of The Literature Of Escape, And Not Of Expression.

Some People's Blameless Lives Are To Blame For A Good Deal.

Have You Noticed That The Astronomers And Mathematicians Are Much The Most Cheerful People Of The Lot? I Suppose That Perpetually Contemplating Things On So Vast A Scale Makes Them Feel Either That It Doesn't Matter A Hoot Anyway, Or That Anything So Large And Elaborate Must Have Some Sense In It Somewhere.