it is a waste of time to ask more of people than they have to give.

English life is seventh-eighths below the surface, like an iceberg, and living in England for a year constitutes merely an introduction to an introduction to an introduction to it.

Father's snoring grows to sound increasingly like a vacuum cleaner in heat.

From a purely tourist standpoint, Oxford is overpowering, being so replete with architecture and history and anecdote that the visitor's mind feels dribbling and helpless, as with an over-large mouthful of nougat.

The only way not to worry about the race problem is to be doing something about it yourself. When you are, natural human vanity makes you feel that now the thing is in good hands.

the conversation whipped gaily around the table like rags in a high wind.

I am living with a rising generation which talks like people coming out of ether.