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

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

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

Much of writing might be described as mental pregnancy with successive difficult deliveries.

We don't live alone. We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other. And I tell you that the time will soon come when if men will not learn that lesson, then they will be taught it in fire and blood and anguish. Good night.

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

The point is to be good-to be sensitive and sincere.