The man who never in his life Has washed the dishes with his wife Or polished up the silver plate - He still is largely celibate.

We've had bad luck with our kids - they've all grown up.

There is indeed a heaven on this earth, a heaven which we inhabit when we read a good book.

Between ourselves, there is no such thing, abstractly, as a 'good' book. A book is 'good' only when it meets some human hunger or refutes some human error.

Beware of the conversationalist who adds "in other words." He is merely starting afresh.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

Any man worth his salt has by the time he is forty-five accumulated a crown of thorns, and the problem is to learn to wear it over one ear.