Roger Fry is painting me. It is too like me at present, but he is confident he will be able to alter that. Post-Impressionism is at present confined to my lower lip... and to my chin.

She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.

Some reviews give pain. This is regrettable, but no author has the right to whine. He was not obliged to be an author. He invited publicity, and he must take the publicity that comes along.

Belfastas uncivilised as ever--savage black mothers in houses of dark red brick, friendly manufacturers too drunk to entertain you when you arrive. It amuses me till I get tired.

One has two duties - to be worried and not to be worried.

England has always been disinclined to accept human nature.

You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.