Spring is strictly sentimental, self-regarding; but I burn more careless in the autumn bonfire.

Of all damnable offenses preaching prudence to the young is the most damnable.

Can you suggest any suitable aspersions to spread abroad about Mrs. Thatcher? It is idle to suggest she has unnatural relations with Mrs. Barbara Castle; what is needed is something socially lower: that she eats asparagus with knife and fork, or serves instant mash potatoes.

I realize that it is as one ages and loses one's natural force that one is at the mercy of heredity. The young are themselves: the aging, their parents' children.

[On an anarchist acquaintance:] Everything in appearance the most alarmist aunt could wish.

The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon.

Rouen shone in dark sunlight and a storm swept it away from my eyes and churned up the broad river with waves which pounced up like cats as our train drew out of the arches of the bridge.