J. B. Priestley

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.

We pay when old for the excesses of youth.

If you are a genius, you'll make your own rules, but if not - and the odds are against it - go to your desk no matter what your mood, face the icy challenge of the paper - write.

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.

Britain, which in the years immediately before this war was rapidly losing such democratic virtues as it possessed, is now being bombed and burned into democracy.

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.

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.

Like its politicians and its war, society has the teenagers it deserves.

Many a man is praised for his reserve and so-called shyness when he is simply too proud to risk making a fool of himself.

Marriage is like paying an endless visit in your worst clothes.