Fiction and poetry are the only way one can stop time and give an account of an experience and nail it down so that it lasts for ever.

Economists are like Aeolian harps, and the sounds that issue from them are determined by the winds that blow.

Whatever happens, never forget that people would rather be led to perdition by a man, than to victory by a woman.

There is, of course, no reason for the existence of the male sex except that one sometimes needs help with moving the piano.

The aged are terrible - mere heaps of cinders on the grass from which none can tell how tall the flames once were or what company gathered round them.

Nobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth.

There was too much hatred in the world; it was manifestly as dangerous as gunpowder, yet people let it lie about, in the way of ignition.