Youth goes caparisoned in immortality.

gossip ... was like any other commodity in the marketplace. You received it only if you had something of value to give.

you'd like the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. That must be the most futile oath anyone ever swears.

First-class travel, provided one hasn't to pay for it oneself, is the most insidiously addictive of life's luxuries.

The tragedy of loss is not that we grieve, but that we cease to grieve, and then perhaps the dead are dead at last.

Death ... obliterates family resemblance as it does personality: there is no affinity between the living and the dead.

The secret of contentment is never to allow yourself to want anything which reason tells you you haven't a chance of getting.