The conversation seemed just as boring and forgettable as details of American history around 1805, for example.

For neither life nor nature cares if justice is ever done or not.

I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes.

Honesty, for me, is usually the worst policy imaginable.

The kiss became the narrowed center of the still point of the turning world, so that even the park was turning in comparison to the still peace at their lips.

This is what I like, sitting at a table and watching people go by. It does something to your outlook on life. The Anglo-Saxons make a great mistake not staring at people from a sidewalk table.

one blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill.