The biographer's problem is that he never knows enough. The autobiographer's problem is that he knows too much.

What the New Yorker calls home would seem like a couple of closets to most Americans, yet he manages not only to live there but also to grow trees and cockroaches right on the premises.

How many more years will our educators continue to lecture us on the evils of whipping children until they bring home high grades? Year after year we listen to these fellows tell us that it is not the grade that counts but the development of the child's personality. After the lecture they go back to all the best schools and reject our children because they have C averages.

It seems to be a law in American life that whatever enriches us anywhere except in the wallet inevitably becomes uneconomic.

In an age when the fashion is to be in love with yourself, confessing to be in love with somebody else is an admission of unfaithfulness to one's beloved.

Ireland really is my problem; the breaking point of the huge suppuration which all British and all European society now is

It was Queen Elizabeth who made me a foreign correspondent.