Geniuses are the luckiest of mortals because what they must do is the same as what they most want to do.

A god who is both self-sufficient and content to remain so could not interest us enough to raise the question of his existence.

I will love you forever" swears the poet. I find this easy to swear too. "I will love you at 4:15 pm next Tuesday" - Is that still as easy?

August for the people and their favourite islands. Daily the steamers sidle up to meet The effusive welcome of the pier.

Human beings are, necessarily, actors who...can be divided...into the sane who know they are acting and the mad who do not.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

When I am in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake into a drawing room full of dukes.