Europe's the mayonnaise all right, but America supplies the good old lobster.

I am in love and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man.

Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable soddingrotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulse-less lot that make up England today. They've got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it's a marvel they can breed.

One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.

My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily.

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent.

Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.