My unhealthy affection for my second daughter has waned. Now I despise all my seven children equally.

Free as air; that's what they say- "free as air". Now they bring me my air in an iron barrel.

News is what a chap who doesn't care much about anything wants to read.

Limbo is the place. In Limbo one has natural happiness without the beatific vision; no harps; no communal order; but wine and conversation and imperfect, various humanity. Limbo for the unbaptized, for the pious heathen, the sincere sceptic.

The anguished suspense of watching the lips you hunger for, framing the words, the death sentence, of sheer triteness!

At first it was impressive, but after half and hour deadly monotonous. It was like everything German - overdone.

The most futile and disastrous day seems well spent when it is reviewed through the blue, fragrant smoke of a Havana Cigar.