I like living in one room and have never known what people do with the room they are not in.

Nothing in our culture, not even home computers, is more overrated than the epidermal felicity of two featherless bipeds in desperate congress.

If love means anything at all it means extending your hand to the unlovable.

What better proof of love can there be than money? A ten-shilling note shows incontrovertibly just how mad about you a man is.

Our clothes are too much a part of us for most of us ever to be entirely indifferent to their condition: it is as though the fabric were indeed a natural extension of the body, or even of the soul.

To live in the past is to miss today's opportunities and tomorrow's blessings.

That's the only sense in which I've been lucky: I have the kind of face to which cosmetics could be applied.