England has always been disinclined to accept human nature.

We move between two darknesses.

Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch.

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

I distrust Great Men... I believe in aristocracy, though... Its members are to be found in all nations and classes, and all through the ages, and there is a secret understanding between them when they meet... They are sensitive for others as well as for themselves, they are considerate without being fussy, their pluck is not swankiness but the power to endure, and they can take a joke.

There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.

English literature is a flying fish.