How often my soul visits the National Gallery, and how seldom

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.

Money and sex are forces too unruly for our reason; they can only be controlled by taboos with which we tamper at our peril.

So, I never lose a sense of the whimsical and perilous charm of daily life, with its meetings and words and accidents.

It is a matter of life and death for married people to interrupt each others stories; for it they did not, they would burst.

To become young again would seem to me an appalling prospect. Youth is a kind of delirium, which can be cured, if it is ever cured at all, by years of painful treatment.

Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there isn't a God.