Give us this day our daily Faith, but deliver us, dear God, from Belief.

For [D.H.] Lawrence, existence was one continuous convalescence; it was as though he were newly reborn from a mortal illness every day of his life. What these convalescent eyes saw, his most casual speech would reveal.

No holiday is ever anything but a disappointment.

In the course of history many more people have died for their drink and their dope than have died for their religion or their country.

The consistent thinker, the consistently moral man, is either a walking mummy or else, if he has not succeeded in stifling all his vitality, a fanatical monomaniac.

Work is prayer. Work is also stink. Therefore stink is prayer.

The more stitches, the less riches.