How often my soul visits the National Gallery, and how seldom
So, I never lose a sense of the whimsical and perilous charm of daily life, with its meetings and words and accidents.
There are few sorrows in which a good income is of no avail.
What I like in a good author is not what he says but what he whispers.
Money and sex are forces too unruly for our reason; they can only be controlled by taboos with which we tamper at our peril.
The great art of writing is the art of making people real to themselves with words.