Suspicion is like the rain. It falls on the just and on the unjust.

there comes a time when ambition ceases to burn, or romance to stir, and the highest cry of the human heart is for peace.

There is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.

Herbert used to say that he was as tight as the paper on the wall.

Every crucial experience can be regarded either as a setback, or the start of a wonderful new adventure, it depends on your perspective!

as all women know, there are really no men at all. There are grown-up boys, and middle-aged boys, and elderly boys, and even sometimes very old boys. But the essential difference is simply exterior. Your man is always a boy.

The author lives with one foot in an everyday world and the other feeling about anxiously for a foothold in another more precarious one.