The second-grade films - where are they? No more are they made, and yet they were by far the best films for holding hands at, and wasn't this always the main purpose of the cinema?

In the dear dead days beyond recall, when I was in my prime as a film critic, the industry was booming. Hollywood, to give them their due, always called it the industry, through quite a few imagined it as an art form and went through several hours regularly at tiresome films in the sacred cause of art.

Undoubtedly, there are a number of well-developed, mainly female, stars helping Miss Taylor to hold the film industry together: Sophia Loren, Anita Ekberg, etc. But such an insistence on cheesecake smells of bankruptcy.

It might be said that the pose of absolute honesty is the most dishonest one of all.

He was pleasantly hysterical like a young girl at a wedding.

Life was too heavy on her feet in that place to leap dramatically when something apparently exciting happened.

He was in his secret room in the heart now. Having entered he could be bold. A man hasn’t to be on his best behavior in Heaven; he can kick the furniture around. He can stoop down and picks up lumps of mortality without being born again to die.

A man innocently dabbles in words and rhymes and finds that it is his life.

Death was in the atmosphere. Only the yellow weeds in the meadow were excited by living.

It is impossible to read the daily press without being diverted from reality. You are full of enthusiasm for the eternal verities – life is worth living, and then out of sinful curiosity you open a newspaper. You are disillusioned and wrecked.