Thousands of people know my flannel knickers, and though I know this may seem flirtatious, it is not. I am a saint.

The task of the right eye is to peer into the telescope, while the left eye peers into the microscope.

Military people never seem to apologize for killing each other yet novelists feel ashamed for writing some nice inert paper book that is not certain to be read by anybody.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if I won a helicopter in a crossword puzzle competition? There is not much hope though I am afraid, as they never give such practical prizes.

Reason must know the heart's reasons and every other reason

Art is a magic which makes the hours melt away and even days dissolve into seconds

You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It's not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can't even remember your name.