In a matriarchy men should be encouraged to take it easy, for most women prefer live husbands to blocks of shares and seats on the board.

The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.

There is romance, the genuine glinting stuff, in typewriters, and not merely in their development from clumsy giants into agile dwarfs, but in the history of their manufacture, which is filled with raids, battles, lonely pioneers, great gambles, hope, fear, despair, triumph. If some of our novels could be written by the typewriters instead of on them, how much better they would be.

It is hard to tell where the MCC ends and the Church of England begins.

Britain, which in the years immediately before this war was rapidly losing such democratic virtues as it possessed, is now being bombed and burned into democracy.

Much of writing might be described as mental pregnancy with successive difficult deliveries.

We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.