For in that city [New York] there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.

Not everyone grows to be old, but everyone has been younger than he is now.

Instead of this absurd division into sexes they ought to class people as static and dynamic.

The truth is that Oxford is simply a very beautiful city in which it is convenient to segregate a certain number of the young of the nation while they are growing up.

The tour bus was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Would it be possible to give them a ring to check they've not forgotten us?

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

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