For the serious artist does not satisfy needs
I think art is sublimated libido. You can’t be a eunuch priest, and you can’t be a eunuch artist.
Sanity is a handicap and liability if you're living in a mad world.
Literature ceases to be literature when it commits itself to moral uplift; it becomes moral philosophy or some such dull thing.
I was always on my oddy knocky.
Elgar is not manic enough to be Russian, not witty or pointilliste enough to be French, not harmonically simple enough to be Italian and not stodgy enough to be German. We arrive at his Englishry by pure elimination.