Enclosing every thin man, there's a fat man demanding elbow-room.

I had been there before; I knew all about it.

The sky over London was glorious, ochre and madder, as though a dozen tropic suns were simultaneously setting round the horizon . . . Everywhere the shells sparkled like Christmas baubles.

One has to regard a man as a Master who can produce on average three uniquely brilliant and entirely original similes to every page.

Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker.

If we can't stamp out literature in the country, we can at least stop its being brought in from outside.

The languor of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost!