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

Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.

Even a fellow with a camera has his favourite subjects, as we can see looking through the Kodak-albums of our friends. One amateur prefers the family group, another bathing scenes, another cows upon an alp, or kittens held upside down in the arms of a black-faced child. The tendency to choose one subject rather than another indicates the photographer's temperament. Nevertheless, his passion is for photography rather than for selection, a kitten will serve when no cows are available.

He had shown her all the workings of his soul, mistaking this for love.

One's favorite book is as elusive as one's favorite pudding.

In the creative state a man is taken out of himself. He lets down as it were a bucket into his subconscious, and draws up something which is normally beyond his reach. He mixes this thing with his normal experiences and out of the mixture he makes a work of art.

The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.