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

In a world shaped and colored more and more by politicians, the nations meet politically, and hardly any other way to settle their differences.

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

There can be no doubt that smoking nowadays is largely a miserable automatic business. People use tobacco without ever taking an intelligent interest in it. They do not experiment, compare, fit the tobacco to the occasion. A man should always be pleasantly conscious of the fact that he is smoking.

If there was a little room somewhere in the British Museum that contained only about twenty exhibits and good lighting, easy chairs, and a notice imploring you to smoke, I believe I should become a museum man.

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.

If there is one thing left that I would like to do, it's to write something really beautiful. And I could do it, you know. I could still do it.