It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth.

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.

...the true spirit of gastronomic joylessness. Porridge fills the Englishman up, and prunes clear him out.

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.

I don't know what to think until I see what I've said.

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.

Don't be mysterious; there isn't the time.