a lot of trouble has been caused by memoirs. Indiscreet revelations, that sort of thing. People who have been close as an oyster all their lives seem positively to relish causing trouble when they themselves shall be comfortably dead.

I suppose without curiosity a man would be a tortoise. Very comfortable life, a tortoise has.

One doesn't recognize the really important moments in one's life until it's too late.

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

Things go entirely differently from the way you planned them.

One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

And, of course, afterwards -- one always hears these things afterwards, so much better if one heard them before -- we found out that dozens of empty brandy bottles were taken out of the house every week!