The purpose of all opprobrious language is, not to describe, but to hurt - even when, like Hamlet, we make only the shadow-passes of a soliloquised combat. We call the enemy not what we think he is but what we think he would least like to be called.

Forgiveness does not mean excusing.

No time for better words, no time to unsay anything. -Til We Have Faces

Child, to say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that's the whole art and joy of words.

Unless the religious claims of the Bible are again acknowledged, its literary claims will, I think, be given only 'mouth honour' and that decreasingly.

Cobbles and kettledrums! ...I hope this madness isn't going to end in a moonlit climb and broken necks.

You can't see anything properly while your eyes are blurred with tears.