Civilised my syphilised yarbles.

Colonialism. The enforced spread of the rule of reason. But who is going to spread it among the colonizers?

It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.

The writer's life seethes within but not without.

Put it off for a bit. All life is putting off. Well, not entirely.

Do they merit vitriol, even a drop of it? Yes, because they corrupt the young, persuading them that the mature world, which produced Beethoven and Schweitzer, sets an even higher value on the transient anodynes of youth than does youth itself.... They are the Hollow Men. They are electronic lice.

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