J. B. Priestley

The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.

The greatest writers of this age... are aware of the mystery of our existence.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

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.