Publishers of course have you altogether in their grip; if they say you must do a thing you have jolly well got to do it.

When I have eaten mangoes, I have felt like Eve.

One day I shall write a little book of conduct myself, and I shall call it Social Problems of the Unsociable. And the root problem, beneath a hundred varying manifestions, is How to Escape. How to escape, that is, at those times, be they few or frequent, when you want to keep yourself to yourself.

The very utterness of the crash and ruin, the desperation of the case, might be its hope. On ruins one can begin to build. Anyhow, looking out from ruins one clearly sees; there are no obstructing walls.

Churches are wonderful and beautiful, and they are vehicles for religion, but no Church can have more than a very little of the truth.

Never approach a friend's wife or girlfriend with mischief as your goal... unless she's really attractive.

The great and recurrent question about Abroad is, is it worth the trouble of getting there?