It is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools.

Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.

A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn't have bothered to write otherwise. I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows, and in this sense, Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.

Riposte of "that old lady in the anecdote who was accused by her nieces of being illogical," Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish! How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for which the worshipper may one day be required to suffer.

As long as learning is connected with earning, as long as certain jobs can only be reached through exams, so long must we take the examination system seriously. If another ladder to employment was contrived, much so-called education would disappear, and no one be a penny the stupider.