There are plenty of clever young writers. But there is too much genius, not enough talent.

I have always been a grumbler. I am designed for the part - sagging face, weighty underlip, rumbling, resonant voice. Money couldn't buy a better grumbling outfit.

Many a man is praised for his reserve and so-called shyness when he is simply too proud to risk making a fool of himself.

We cannot get grace from gadgets. In the Bakelite house of the future, the dishes may not break, but the heart can. Even a man with ten shower baths may find life flat, stale and unprofitable.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned.

It is good fiction, so largely ignored now, that brings us so much closer to the real facts.

We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other.