The clichรฉ is dead poetry. English, being the language of an imaginative race, abounds in clichรฉs, so that English literature is always in danger of being poisoned by its own secretions.
Gerald BrenanIn a happy marriage it is the wife who provides the climate, the husband the landscape.
Gerald BrenanWe confess our bad qualities to others out of fear of appearing naive or ridiculous by not being aware of them.
Gerald Brenan