The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God that ever sand when the fire is going.

Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.

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

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

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.

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

resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.