Marriage is rather a silly habit.

Marriage is rather a silly habit.

Asking a writer what he thinks about criticism is like asking a lamppost what it feels about dogs.

Oh heavens, how I long for a little ordinary human enthusiasm. Just enthusiasm - that's all. I want to hear a warm, thrilling voice cry out Hallelujah! Hallelujah! I'm alive!

We all of us waited for him to die. The family sent him a check every month, and hoped he'd get on with it quietly, without too much vulgar fuss.

I must say it's pretty dreary living in the American Age - unless you're an American of course. Perhaps all our children will be Americans.

It is easy to answer the ultimate questions - it saves you bothering with the immediate ones.