The audiences certainly have declined. If I go to the theatre now I find people come there to eat and smoke and talk to one another. And look like scarecrows.

There is no ordinary run of mankind, there are only individuals who are totally different. And whether a man is naked and black and stands on one foot in Sudan or is clothed in some kind of costume in a bus in England, they are still individuals of entirely different characters.

... To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.

If it could only be like this always - always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper.

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

He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.

Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?