I had got to the dawn of the beautiful not caring, but fully aware, stage, which degenerates so imperceptibly into the doing something unpermissible stage.

England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots.

I had got to the dawn of the beautiful not caring, but fully aware, stage, which degenerates so imperceptibly into the doing something unpermissible stage.

There is nothing harder for an Artist than to retain his Artistic integrity in the tomb of success. A tomb, nevertheless, which nearly every Artist: whether he admits it or not; naturally wants to get into.

money ... is only important when you have none; and though it may not be everything, it goes a very long way towards blocking up the winter draft of age.

I am unable, mentally incapable, of relating the dead thing, the broken body refusing to divulge why or where the occupant has gone, to the thing that was alive.

[On journalists:] They are as disruptive a menace to the public body: as grating turds in the intestines are to the private body.