The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you.

I have no faith in the sense of comforting beliefs which persuade me that all my troubles are blessings in disguise.

If I do not do sensible things about investments I shall spend my old age in a workhouse, where nobody will understand my jokes.

Behind it was that vast suspension bridge which always troubles me because it reminds me that in this mechanized age I am as little able to understand my environment as any primitive woman who thinks that a waterfall is inhabited by a spirit, and indeed less so, for her opinion might from a poetical point of view be correct.

All disgrace smells alike. Differences in ruin are only matters of degree.

The childhood of the individual and the race is full of fears, and panic-stricken attempts to avert what is feared by placating the gods with painful sacrifices.

[The satirist] must fully possess, at least in the world of the imagination, the quality the lack of which he is deriding in others.