advertisement ... has brought our disregard for truth into the open without even a figleaf to cover it.

Love, like broken porcelain, should be wept over and buried, for nothing but a miracle will resuscitate it: but who in this world has not for some wild moments thought to recall the irrecoverable with words?

On the other hand, there is a certain advantage in traveling with someone who has a reputation for shooting rather than being shot: as Keram said, in a self-satisfied way, they might kill me, but they would know that, if I was with him, there would be unpleasantness afterwards.

The world has become too full of many things, an over furnished room.

The great and almost only comfort about being a woman is that one can always pretend to be more stupid than one is and no one is surprised.

What I find trying in a country which you do not understand and where you cannot speak, is that you can never be yourself.

It seems to me that the only thing for a pacifist to do is to find a substitute for war: mountains and seafaring are the only ones I know. But it must be something sufficiently serious not to be a game and sufficiently dangerous to exercise those virtues which otherwise get no chance.