the science of tomorrow is the supernatural of today.

The happy people are failures because they are on such good terms with themselves they don't give a damn.

Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.

There is something about conscious tact that is very irritating.

Ah, but life is like that! It does not permit you to arrange and order it as you will. It will not permit you to escape emotion, to live by the intellect and by reason! You cannot say, 'I will feel so much and no more.' Life, Mr. Welman, whatever else it is, is not reasonable. [Hercule Poirot]

Beastly things, teeth. Give us trouble from the cradle to the grave.

Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true.