Sex, which ought to be an incident of life, is the obsession of the well-fed world.

There is nothing more frightening than the faces of people whom one does not know but who seem to know one, and be amused by one.

It is always one's virtues and not one's vices that precipitate one into disaster.

If there is a God, I don't think He would demand that anyone bow down or stand up to Him. I often have a suspicion that God is still trying to work things out and hasn't finished.

My memory is certainly in my hands. I can remember things only if I have a pencil and I can write with it and I can play with it. ... I think your hand concentrates for you. I don't know why it should be so.

I cannot think that espionage can be recommended as a technique for building an impressive civilization. It's a lout's game.

The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.