An unfamiliar city is a fine thing. That's the time and place when you can suppose that all the people you meet are nice. It's dream time.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.

One can't relive one's life. Forgiveness is not what's difficult; one's always too ready to forgive. And it does no good, that's obvious.

I hadn't found out yet that mankind consists of two very different races, the rich and the poor. It took me ... and plenty of other people . . . twenty years and the war to learn to stick to my class and ask the price of things before touching them, let alone setting my heart on them.

Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.

Lots of men are like that, their artistic leanings never go beyond a weakness for shapely thighs.

When men can hate without risk, their stupidity is easily convinced, the motives supply themselves.