Our trouble is that we drink too much tea. I see in this the slow revenge of the Orient, which has diverted the Yellow River down our throats. |
Public opinion polls are rather like children in a garden, digging things up all the time to see how they're growing. |
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? |
The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate. |
There are plenty of clever young writers. But there is too much genius, not enough talent. |
There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age I missed it coming and going. |
They will review a book by a writer much older than themselves as if it were an over-ambitious essay by a second-year student . . . It is the little dons I complain about, like so many corgis trotting up, hoping to nip your ankles. |
Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them. |
To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child's delight added to your own -- this is happiness. |
We plan, we toil, we suffer in the hope of what? A camel-load of idol's eyes? The title deeds of Radio City? The empire of Asia? A trip to the moon? No, no, no, no. Simply to wake just in time to smell coffee and bacon and eggs. |