Those who search for truth are too conscious of the maze to be hard on others...

But why I cry out against Rubens is because he painted undressed people instead of naked ones.

I have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England's.

School was the unhappiest time of my life and the worst trick it ever played on me was to pretend that it was the world in miniature. For it hindered me from discovering how lovely and delightful and kind the world can be, and how much of it is intelligible.

Towns are after all excrescences, grey fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.

Ulysses ... is a dogged attempt to cover the universe with mud, an inverted Victorianism, an attempt to make crossness and dirt succeed where sweetness and light failed, a simplification of the human character in the interests of Hell.

Reverence is fatal to literature.