Everybody's tragedy is somebody's nuisance.

the damned book I am writing is like the driveling of a weak-kneed sea calf. If I were sufficiently strong minded, I should tear it up an start again. But I don't.

Really, trees are nearly as important as men, and much better behaved.

If you are rich, you have lovely cars, and jars full of flowers, and books in rows, and a wireless, and the best sort of gramophone and meringues for supper.

If we haven't a grouch against Fortune, we seem unable to avoid one against ourselves.

But questioning does not mean the end of loving, and loving does not mean the abnegation of intelligence

A sense of humor is so handy, isn't it? It lets you see both sides of a question so that you never need do anything.