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.

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

Wine is a bride who brings a great dowry to the man who woos her persistently and gracefully.

Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity.

We are American at puberty. We die French.

One has to regard a man as a Master who can produce on average three uniquely brilliant and entirely original similes to every page.

I [had] added another small piece to the pages of the atlas that were real to me.