Romance only dies with life. No pair of pincers will ever pull it out of us. But there is a spurious sentiment which cannot resist the unexpected and the incongruous and the grotesque. A touch will loosen it, and the sooner it goes from us the better.

The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.

An efficiency-regime cannot be run without a few heroes stuck about it to carry off the dullness - much as plums have to be put into bad pudding to make it palatable.

The bully and his victim never quite forget their first relations.

Riposte of "that old lady in the anecdote who was accused by her nieces of being illogical," Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish! How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?

You confuse what's important with what's impressive.

When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.