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

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

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

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

Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them.

Public opinion polls are rather like children in a garden, digging things up all the time to see how they're growing.

Most writers enjoy two periods of happiness when a glorious idea comes to mind and, secondly, when a last page has been written and you haven't had time to know how much better it ought to be.