At 60 the sexual preoccupation, when it hits you, seems sometimes sharper, as if it were an elderly malady, like gout.

I find more and more that I am a man of the 1920s. I still expect something exciting. Drinks, animated conversation, gaiety: the uninhibited exchange of ideas.

All Hollywood corrupts; and absolute Hollywood corrupts absolutely.

His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship.

The only thing that we can really make is our work, and deliberate work of the mind, imagination and hand, done, as Nietzsche said, ‘notwithstanding,’ in the long run remakes the world.

In a sense, one can never read the book that the author originally wrote, and one can never read the same book twice.

Old-fogyism is comfortably closing in.