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.

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

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

I am annoyed to find myself continually described by people whom I have never set eyes on as bad-tempered.

Most writers in the course of their careers become thick-skinned and learn to accept vituperation, which in any other profession would be unimaginably offensive, as a healthy counterpoise to unintelligent praise.

You can't ever tell what's going to hurt people.

Port is not for the very young, the vain and the active. It is the comfort of age and the companion of the scholar and the philosopher