One can write, think and pray exclusively of others; dreams are all egocentric.

...its a rather pleasant change when all your life you've had people looking after you, to have someone to look after yourself. Only of course it has to be someone pretty hopeless to need looking after by me.

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

We possess nothing certainly except the past

There's only one great evil in the world today. Despair.

I am suing Lord Beaverbrook for libel and hope for some lovely tax-free money in damages. He has very conveniently told some lies about me.

My children weary me. I can only see them as defective adults: feckless, destructive, frivolous, sensual, humorless.