Grumbling is the death of love

The British have an umbilical cord which has never been cut and through which tea flows constantly. It is curious to watch them in times of sudden horror, tragedy or disaster. The pulse stops apparently, and nothing can be done, and not one move made, until a “nice cup of tea” is quickly made. There is no question that it brings solace and does steady the mind. What a pity all countries are not.

Love affairs are the real only education in life.

To lose your prejudices you must travel.

Habit: Often mistaken for love.

Every human being is in need of talking to somebody. In this country nobody has time. It seems that talking to a friend has gone out of style. Now you have to pay money to go to an analyst.

I do not think that we have a “right” to happiness. If happiness happens, say thanks.