Childhood, catching our imagination when it is fresh and tender, never lets go of us.

There are plenty of clever young writers. But there is too much genius, not enough talent.

Our trouble is that we drink too much tea. I see in this the slow revenge of the Orient, which has diverted the Yellow River down our throats.

We cannot get grace from gadgets. In the Bakelite house of the future, the dishes may not break, but the heart can. Even a man with ten shower baths may find life flat, stale and unprofitable.

A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.

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.

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