My bitterness is not an abstract substance, it is as solid as a Christmas cake; I can cut it in slices and hand it round and there is still plenty left, for tomorrow.

A lot of warm vulgarity is incomparably preferable to a little bit of pinched niceness

Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.

money ... is only important when you have none; and though it may not be everything, it goes a very long way towards blocking up the winter draft of age.

I had got to the dawn of the beautiful not caring, but fully aware, stage, which degenerates so imperceptibly into the doing something unpermissible stage.

[On journalists:] They are as disruptive a menace to the public body: as grating turds in the intestines are to the private body.

There is, happily, no limit to the faith of human nature in believing what it wants to believe.