In all crises of human affairs there are two broad courses open to a man. He can stay where he is or he can go elsewhere.

It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.

I never was interested in politics. I'm quite unable to work up any kind of belligerent feeling. Just as I'm about to feel belligerent about some country I meet a decent sort of chap. We go out together and lose any fighting thoughts or feelings.

I never want to see anyone, and I never want to go anywhere or do anything. I just want to write.

It isn't often that Aunt Dahlia lets her angry passions rise, but when she does, strong men climb trees and pull them up after them.

Mere abuse is no criticism.

I expect I shall feel better after tea.