One of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.

He doesn't want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn't love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.

The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.

I have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England's.

I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.

Don't believe those lies about intellectual people. They're only written to soothe the majority.

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.