Boys do not grow up gradually. They move forward in spurts like the hands of clocks in railway stations.

An aesthetic movement with a revolutionary dynamism and no popular appeal should proceed quite otherwise than by public scandal, publicity stunt, noisy expulsion and excommunication.

There are only three things which make life worth living: to be writing a tolerably good book, to be in a dinner party of six, and to be traveling south with someone whom your conscience permits you to love.

No one can achieve Serenity until the glare of passion is past the meridian.

Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.

Today the function of the artist is to bring imagination to science and science to imagination, where they meet, in the myth.

The man who is master of his passions is Reason's slave.