The true enjoyments must be spontaneous and compulsive and look to no remoter end.

We don't have a soul. We are a soul. We happen to have a body.

Whenever you are fed up with life, start writing: ink is the great cure for all human ills, as I have found out long ago.

If you simply try to tell the truth you will, nine times out of ten, be original without ever having noticed it.

But as for Lucy, she was always gay and golden-haired, and all princes in those parts desired her to be their Queen, and her own people called her Queen Lucy the Valiant.

Gone! And you and I quite crestfallen. It’s always like that, you can’t keep him; it’s not as if he were a tame lion.

I see you are an idiot, whatever else you may be.