Though statisticians in our time have never kept the score, Man wants a great deal here below and Woman even more.

Comedy has ceased to be a challenge to the mental processes. It has become a therapy of relaxation, a kind of tranquilizing drug.

Humourists lead... an existence of jumpiness and apprehension. They sit on the edge of the chair of Literature. In the house of Life they have the feeling that they have never taken off their overcoats.

It takes that je ne sais quoi which we call sophistication for a woman to be magnificent in a drawing-room when her faculties have departed but she herself has not yet gone home.

There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

Art – the one achievement of man which has made the long trip up from all fours seem well advised