A part of all art is to make silence speak. The things left out in painting, the note withheld in music, the void in architecture - all are as necessary and as active as the utterance itself.

Christmas, in fact, is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart: like a nursery story, its validity rests on exact repetition, so that it comes around every time as the evocation of one's whole life and particularly of the most distant bits of it in childhood.

I do think we should be provided with a new body about the age of thirty or so when we have learnt to attend to it with consideration.

An absolute condition of all successful living, whether for an individual or a nation, is the acceptance of death.

Tidiness ... makes life easier and more agreeable, does harm to no one and actually saves time and trouble to the person who practices it: there must be an ominous flaw to explain why millions of generations continue to reject it.

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

The art of advertising - untruthfulness combined with repetition.