Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you're married and her name's Bertha

They were evidently small men, all wind and quibbles, flinging out their chuffy grain to us with far less interest than a farm-wife feels as she scatters corn to her fowls.

Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods.

The word arse is as much god as the word face. It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.

Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.

I like Australia less and less. The hateful newness, the democratic conceit, every man a little pope of perfection.

What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist.