All human life is here, but the Holy Ghost seems to be somewhere else.

Without class differences, England would cease to be the living theatre it is.

As we are all solipsists, and all die, the world dies with us. Only very minor literature aims at apocalypse.

There is, in fact, not much point in writing a novel unless you can show the possibility of moral transformation, or an increase in wisdom, operating in your chief character or characters.

Novelists are perhaps the last people in the world to be entrusted with opinions. The nature of a novel is that it has no opinions, only the dialectic of contrary views, some of which, all of which, may be untenable and even silly. A novelist should not be too intelligent either, although he may be permitted to be an intellectual.

I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense.

We only need to wear shoes because the British built roads which hurt our feet.