You would not think that birds who have no brain at all could become so friendly. I swear some of them are more intelligent than many humans, but that says more about our fellow beings than it does about the birds.

It is all very well, when the pen flows, but then there are the dark days when imagination deserts one, and it is an effort to put anything down on paper. That little you have achieved stares at you at the end of the day, and you know the next morning you will have to scrape it down and start again.

Easy enough to dismiss others' problems when you had none of your own.

Love has no place in a lawyer's office.

There was no escaping by means of any journey, however adventurous, one took one's problems and sorrows with one.

How close the sexes sometimes come to one another. It is as much a matter of behaviour and the spere in which they move that separates the masculine part of humanity from the feminine.

People make one happy, not houses? I do not think so. Houses are more to be trusted than people.