The world belongs to the discontented.

Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on.

Life is one fool thing after another whereas love is two fool things after each other.

America has never quite forgiven Europe for having been discovered somewhat earlier in history than itself.

When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.

Just to let you know that the buffet car will be closing for stocktaking in five minutes. The next station stop is Chesterfield.

You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.