That's the purpose of old age... To give us a breathing space before we die, in which to see why we did what we did.

If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you!

What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?

The Labour Party of today has fits of horrors of the very thought of somebody like me might saying that they bought in white Australia. But I believe they did.

There are no ambitions noble enough to justify breaking someone's heart.

Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.

... the most insoluble problems are those which by their very nature can have no space within them for dreams.