Heaven lies around us in our infancy.

How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?

He doesn't mind if he dies... indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.

Graham Greene at 82 years old was still writing, and I don't think anyone can deny the force, the expertise, and the unique quality of his writing, if you take his complete oeuvre.

He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.

For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.

You have the older generation like Iris Murdoch and Angus Wilson who are not as old as Graham Greene, but still are coming on. I dare say anyone who knew the scene better than I know it could fill it in with a very satisfactory supply of novels.