The lines marking a penalty area are a disgrace to the playing fields of a public school.

The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate

Where in this small-talking world can I find A longitude with no platitude?

Life itself is the real and most miraculous miracle of all. If one had never before seen a human hand and were suddenly presented for the first time with this strange and wonderful thing, what a miracle, what a magnificently shocking and inexplicable and mysterious thing it would be.

We must each find our separate meaning in the persuasion of our days until we meet in the meaning of the world.

Day's work is still to do, Whatever the day's doom.

My trouble is I'm the sort of writer who only finds out what he's getting at by the time he's got to the end of it.