I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man's pleasure when they come a cropper.

A critic has no right to the narrowness which is the frequent prerogative of the creative artist.

It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth.

It was unbearable, and he thought again, 'How unhappy I am!' and became happier.

An acquaintance had become a lover, might become a husband, but would retain all that she had noted in the acquaintance; and love must confirm an old relation rather than reveal a new one.

God is not Love in the East. He is Power, although Mercy may temper it.

...the true spirit of gastronomic joylessness. Porridge fills the Englishman up, and prunes clear him out.