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

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 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.

She was a handsome woman of forty-five and would remain so for many years.

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

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.

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