Ye want to tell the plain truth all your life, woman, and speak straight; otherwise ye get to seeing double.

The white man in the tropics degenerates every day.

I don't know what imagination is, if not an unpruned, tangled kind of memory.

Ye want to tell the plain truth all your life, woman, and speak straight; otherwise ye get to seeing double.

All middle-class novels are about the trials of three, all upper-class novels about mass fornication, all revolutionary novels about a bad man turned good by a tractor.

The City is a machine miraculously organised for extracting gold from the seas, airs, clouds, from barren lands, holds of ships, mines, plantations, cottage hearth-stones, trees and rocks; and he, wretchedly waiting in the exterior halls, could not even get his finger on one tiny, tiny lever.

It is a rule of creative ability that it does nothing of any value, while it is possessed by this afflatus of vanity.