Human relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.

The historian records, but the novelist creates.

Life - No, I've nothing to teach you about it for the moment. May be writing about it another week.

Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown

I am certainly an ought and not a must.

England still waits for the supreme moment of her literature--for the great poet who shall voice her, or, better still, for the thousand little poets whose voices shall pass into our common talk.

Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don't believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art's sake.