I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

The real tragedy of England, as I see it, is the tragedy of ugliness. The country is so lovely: the man-made England is so vile.

One never can know the whys and the wherefores of one's passional changes.

We are so conceited and so unproud.

The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce.

I do esteem individual liberty above everything. What is a nation for, but to secure the maximum liberty to every individual?