Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.

There must be courage; there must be no awe. There must be criticism, for humor, to my mind, is encapsulated in criticism. There must be a disciplined eye and a wild mind...There must be a magnificent disregard of your reader, for if he cannot follow you, there is nothing you can do about it.

I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.

As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.

The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.

He lies below, correct in cypress wood, And entertains the most exclusive worms.

God, the bitter misery that reading works into this world! Everybody knows that - everbody who IS everybody. All the best minds have been off reading for years. Look at the swing La Rouchefoucauld took at it. He said that if nobody had ever learned to read, very few people would be in love. Good for you, La Rouchefoucauld; nice going, boy. I wish I’d never learned to read.