Remorse ... is one of the many afflictions for which time finds a cure.

Love needs the stiffening of respect, the give and take of equality.

There's never been a lack of men willing to die bravely. The trouble is to find a few able to live sensibly.

The only difficulty is to know what bits to choose and what to leave out. Novel-writing is not creation, it is selection.

What with the reviews of critics, the sarcasms of one's friends, the reproaches of one's own taste, there's precious little peace after publishing a book.

I like a bit of color myself, I must say. At my time of life, if you wear nothing but black, people might think you were too mean to change frocks between funerals.

Progress? It ought to be stopped, that's what I say. If the Lord meant chickens to come out of incubators he'd never have made hens, it stands to reason.