The first thing that strikes the careless observer is that women are unlike men. They are 'the opposite sex' - (though why 'opposite' I do not know; what is the 'neighbouring sex'?).

To make a precise scientific description of reality out of words is like trying to build a rigid structure out of pure quicksilver.

Man is never truly himself except when he is actively creating something.

No, no, there must be a limit to the baseness even of publishers.

Books... are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.

I am better off with vegetables at the bottom of my garden than with all the fairies of the Midsummer Night's Dream.

If anybody ever marries you, it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle