If we openly declare what is wrong with us, what is our deepest need, then perhaps the death and despair will by degrees disappear.

One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.

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

Many a man is praised for his reserve and so-called shyness when he is simply too proud to risk making a fool of himself.

Comedy, we may say, is society protecting itself - with a smile.

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.

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