Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.

Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker.

I think to be oversensitive about cliches is like being oversensitive about table manners.

Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.

Professional reviewers read so many bad books in the course of duty that they get an unhealthy craving for arresting phrases.

I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.

Enclosing every thin man, there's a fat man demanding elbow-room.