A bottle of wine begs to be shared; I have never met a miserly wine lover. The social emotions it generates are equidistant from the philatelist's solitary gloating and the football fan's gregarious hysteria.

Being a child is in itself a profession.

Wine is a civilizing agent.

My main recollection is of the work I had to do in order to eat

One newspaper a day ought to be enough for anyone who still prefers to retain a little mental balance.

There is no reader so parochial as the one who reads none but this morning's books. Books are not rolls, to be devoured only when they are hot and fresh. A good book retains its interior heat and will warm a generation yet unborn.

Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking.