Only two classes of books are of universal appeal. The very best and the very worst.

It is not merely that people must die and people must suffer, if not here, then there. But what is dreadful is that the world goes on and people go on being stupidly cruel - in the old ways and all the time.

And it was a most remarkable, a most moving glance, as if for a moment a lighthouse had looked at me.

Only two classes of books are of universal appeal. The very best and the very worst.

Six months ago I had never been to England, and, certainly, I had never sounded the depths of an English heart. I had known the shallows.

He thought he suddenly understood. For the Lincon-shire sergeant-major the word Peace meant that a man could stand up on a hill. For him it meant someone to talk to.

New York is large, glamorous, easy-going, kindly and incurious, but above all it is a crucible - because it is large enough to be incurious.