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

We should like to have some towering geniuses, to reveal us to ourselves in colour and fire, but of course they would have to fit into the pattern of our society and be able to take orders from sound administrative types.

There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age, I missed it coming and going.

The greatest writers of this age... are aware of the mystery of our existence.

Our dourest parsons, who followed the nonconformist fashion of long extemporary prayers, always seemed to me to be bent on bullying God.

California, that advance post of our civilization, with its huge aircraft factories, TV and film studios, automobile way of life... its flavourless cosmopolitanism, its charlatan philosophies and religions, its lack of anything old and well-tried rooted in tradition and character.

I fancy that the Hell of Too Many People would occupy a respectable place in the hierarchy of infernal regions.