I review novels to make money, because it is easier for a sluggard to write an article a fortnight than a book a year, because the writer is soothed by the opiate of action, the crank by posing as a good journalist, and having an air hole. I dislike it. I do it and I am always resolving to give it up.

The more I see of life the more I perceive that only through solitary communion with nature can one gain an idea of its richness and meaning.

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

Were I to deduce any system from my feelings on leaving Eton, it might be called The Theory of Permanent Adolescence. It is the theory that the experiences undergone by boys at the great public schools, their glories and disappointments, are so intense as to dominate their lives and to arrest their development. From these it results that the greater part of the ruling class remains adolescent, school-minded, self-conscious, cowardly, sentimental, and in the last analysis homosexual.

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

Nothing dates like hate and in literature a little of it goes a very long way.

Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.