There Came Into The World

Be These People Either Conservatives Or Socialists, Yellows Or Reds, The Most Important Thing Is - And That Is The Point I Want To Stress - That All Of Them Are Right In The Plain And Moral Sense Of The Word.

I Think I Am Slowly Becoming An Anarchist, That This Is Only Another Label For My Privateness, And I Think That You Will Understand This In The Sense Of Being Against Collectivity.

Art Must Not Serve Might.

I Find That A Real Gardener Is Not A Man Who Cultivates Flowers; He Is A Man Who Cultivates The Soil. He Is A Creature Who Digs Himself Into The Earth And Leaves The Sight Of What Is On It To Us Gaping Good-for-nothings. He Lives Buried In The Ground. He Builds His Monument In A Heap Of Compost. If He Came Into The Garden Of Eden, He Would Sniff Excitedly And Say: "good Lord, What Humus!"

The Average Cooking In The Average Hotel For The Average Englishman Explains To A Large Extent The English Bleakness And Taciturnity. Nobody Can Beam And Warble While Chewing Pressed Beef Smeared With Diabolical Mustard. Nobody Can Exult Aloud While Ungluing From His Teeth A Quivering Tapioca Pudding.