Bah! The thing is not a nose at all, but a bit of primordial chaos clapped on to my face.

There comes a moment in the day when you have written your pages in the morning, attended to your correspondence in the afternoon, and have nothing further to do. Then comes that hour when you are bored; that's the time for sex.

Some people bear three kinds of trouble - the ones they've had, the ones they have, and the ones they expect to have.

If we don't end war, war will end us.

We were making the future, he said, and hardly any of us troubled to think what future we were making. And here it is!

If we don't end war, war will end us.