The fools ran after me and I ran after the whores, foolish though I realized such a proceeding to be.

When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.

I formed a resolution to never write a word I did not want to write; to think only of my own tastes and ideals, without a thought of those of editors or publishers.

I must be like the princess who felt the pea through seven mattresses; each book is a pea.

I thank God daily for the good fortune of my birth, for I am certain I would have made a miserable peasant.

I did not ask for objections, but for comments, or helpful suggestions. I looked for more loyalty from you, Captain Hornblower.' That made the whole argument pointless. If Leighton only wanted servile agreement there was no sense in continuing.

The lucky man is he who knows how much to leave to chance.