There is something in this native land business and you cannot get away from it, in peace time you do not seem to notice it much particularly when you live in foreign parts but when there is a war and you are all alone and completely cut off from knowing about your country well then there it is, your native land is your native land, it certainly is.

I murmured to Picasso that I liked his portrait of Gertrude Stein. Yes, he said, everybody said that she does not look like it, but that does not make any difference, she will, he said.

But then of course a philosophy is not the same thing as a style.

It is funny that men who are supposed to be scientific cannot get themselves to realise the basic principle of physics, that action and reaction are equal and opposite, that when you persecute people you always rouse them to be strong and stronger.

There is no real reality to a really imagined life any more.

It is natural not to care about a sister certainly not when she is four years older and grinds her teeth at night.

Supposing everyone lived at one time what would they say. They would observe that stringing string beans is universal.