That strange feeling we had in the war. Have you found anything in your lives since to equal it in strength? A sort of splendid carelessness it was, holding us together.

He must have been an incredibly good shot.

I have always been very fond of them (drama critics) . . . I think it is so frightfully clever of them to go night after night to the theatre and know so little about it.

There are bad times just around the corner, There are dark clouds travelling through the sky, And it's no good whining, About a silver lining, For we know from experience they won't roll by...

The higher the building the lower the morals.

Dear 338171 (May I call you 338?)

It's like this, dear boy, the one in front is blind and the kind one behind is pushing him.