I was never an Angry Young Man. I am angry only when I hit my thumb with a hammer.

Death has this much to be said for it: You don't have to get out of bed for it. Wherever you happen to be They bring it to you—free.

Outside every fat man there is an even fatter man trying to close in.

I am always incorrigibly interested in the behaviour of the 'human animal', and look forward to perusing divers effusions of your lively pen.

If there's one word that sums up everything that's gone wrong since the war, it's Workshop. After Youth, that is.

Feeling a tremendous rakehell, and not liking myself much for it, and feeling rather a good chap for not liking myself much for it, and not liking myself at all for feeling rather a good chap.

He who truly believes he has a hangover has no hangover.