In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink, and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where are you? No, the two sovereign remedies for dullness are love or a crusade.

Freedom is a very great reality, but it means above all things, freedom from lies.

They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.

Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.

You can't insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.

Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.

For God's sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don't say surgaries, or I'm done.