Nonsense and beauty have close connections.

The sort of poetry I seek only resides in objects Man can't touch - like England 's grass network of lanes 100 years ago, but today he can destroy them and only Lord Farrer keeps him from doing it.

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

My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.

Very notable was his distinction between coarseness and vulgarity, coarseness, revealing something; vulgarity, concealing something.

“It is Fate that I am here,” persisted George. “But you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.”

I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.