Cruelty is the only sin.

Nothingis so ungrateful as a rising generation; yet, if there is any faintest glimmer of light ahead of us in the present, itwas kindled by the intellectual fires that burned long before us.

... to be "literary" appeared to my deluded innocence as an unending romance.

For me, the novel is experience illumined by imagination.

Though it sounds absurd, it is true to say I felt younger at sixty than I felt at twenty.

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

That was the worst of being poor, you couldn't give the right things in sickness.