I have always found writing pleasant and don't understand what people mean by 'throes of creation.'

I never could get on with representative individuals but people who existed on their own account and with whom it might therefore be possible to be friends.

The hungry and the homeless don't care about liberty any more than they care about cultural heritage. To pretend that they do care is cant.

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else. Blessed are the uneducated, who forget it entirely, and are never conscious of folly or pruriency in the past, of long aimless conversations.

Not only in sex, but in all things men have moved blindly, have evolved out of slime to dissolve into it when this accident of consequences is over.

Tolerance is just a makeshift, suitable for an overcrowded and overheated planet. It carries on when love gives out, and love generally gives out as soon as we move away from our home and our friends.

Beauty ought to look a little surprised: it is the emotion that best suits her face. The beauty who does not look surprised, who accepts her position as her due - she reminds us too much of a prima donna.