My grandmother was unsurpassable at sitting. She would sit on tombstones, glaciers, small hard benches with ants crawling over them, fragments of public monuments, other people's wheelbarrows, and when one returned one could be sure of finding her there, conversing affably with the owner of the wheelbarrow.

Happy is the day whose history is not written down.

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.

[John Craske] painted like a man giving witness under oath to a wild story.

One need not write in a diary what one is to remember for ever.

no one wants to be praised for possibilities when one has submitted performances.

Idleness is righteous if it is comfortable. Uncomfortable idleness is sin & sinful waste.