The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.

The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.

The Brangwens had lived for generations on the Marsh Farm, in the meadows where the Erewash twisted sluggishly through alder trees, separating Derbyshire from Nottinghamshire.

People always make war when they say they love peace.

You're spending your life without renewing it. You've got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You're spending your vitality without making any. Can't go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!

The Spanish wine, my God, it is foul, catpiss is champagne compared, this is the sulphurous urination of some aged horse.

There are three cures for ennui: sleep, drink and travel.