I had an inheritance from my father, It was the moon and the sun. And though I roam all over the world, The spending of it’s never done.

I always worked until I had something done and I always stopped when I knew what was going to happen next. That way I could be sure of going on the next day.

How little we know of what there is to know.

Now a writer can make himself a nice career while he is alive by espousing a political cause, working for it, making a profession of believing in it, and if it wins he will be very well placed. All politics is a matter of working hard without reward, or with a living wage for a time, in the hope of booty later. A man can be a Fascist or a Communist and if his outfit gets in he can get to be an ambassador or have a million copies of his books printed by the Government or any of the other rewards the boys dream about.

And the ones who would not make war? Can they stop it?

Fish," he said, "I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends.

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.