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.

To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.

She must be assured that it is not a criminal offense to love at first sight.

Ideas are fatal to caste.

Failure or success seems to have been allotted to men by their stars. But they retain the power of wriggling, of fighting with their star or against it, and in the whole universe the only really interesting movement is the wriggle.

Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth.

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