Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon.... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

Morality which is based on ideas, or on an ideal, is an unmitigated evil.

The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of care: and then, to so much of the rest of life, is indifferent. Whereas, the European hasn't got so much care in him, so he cares much more for life and living.

If it be not true to me, What care I how true it be.. Though it be not true to thee, It's gay and gospel truth to me.

The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.

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