There is a brotherliness about a drinking person, which is coldly lacking in the straight and narrow enemies of drink; the difference between the two is more marked than nationality or belief: it is an opposite species altogether. It is against the unwritten laws of congeniality for them to mix. For me, a man who does not drink is distinctly indecent.

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

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.

So it is useless to evade reality, because it only makes it more virulent in the end. But instead, look steadfastly into the slit, pin-pointed, malignant eyes of reality: as an old-hand trainer dominates his wild beasts. Take it by the scruff of the neck, and shake the evil intent out of it; till it rattles out harmlessly, like gall bladder stones, fossilized on the floor.

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

One should never go back to a place one has loved; for, however, rough the going forward is, it is better than the snuffing out-of-love return.

Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.