In America they make too much fuss of poets; in London they make too little.

There is, happily, no limit to the faith of human nature in believing what it wants to believe.

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.

[On journalists:] They are the scavengers of society who, possessing no guts of their own, tear out the guts of celebrities. They have the sycophantic, false enthusing gush of maiden aunts: who are accustomed to being trampled on doormats.

Jealousy is the lifelong noose hanging about the neck of love.

there is this malign curse laid on dipsomaniacs. That they must absolutely have a drink: in order to feel strong enough to stop drinking.

But the true evil of drink lies in the disillusion: that the initial pleasure very soon evaporates, leaving a demoralizing craving for more, which is not even temporarily pleasurable. Which then leads to deterioration of the faculties of both body and mind; plus a bewildering lack of co-operation between the two.