Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.

The urge to write one's autobiography, so I have been told, overtakes everyone sooner or later.

A great many men are mad, and no one knows it. They do not know it themselves

Until one looks back on one's own past one fails to realise what an extraordinary view of the world a child has.

I don't go in for being sorry for people. For one thing it's insulting. One is only sorry for people when they're sorry for themselves. Self-pity is one of the biggest stumbling blocks in the world today.

All I needed was a steady table and a typewriter...a marble-topped bedroom washstand table made a good place; the dining-room table between meals was also suitable.

Your not reliable. You wouldn't be at all a comfortable sort of person to live with.