A part of all art is to make silence speak. The things left out in painting, the note withheld in music, the void in architecture - all are as necessary and as active as the utterance itself.

Constancy, far from being a virtue, seems often to be the besetting sin of the human race, daughter of laziness and self-sufficiency, sister of sleep, the cause of most wars and practically all persecutions.

It is better to be passionate than to be tolerant at the expense of one's soul.

On the whole, age comes more gently to those who have some doorway into an abstract world-art, or philosophy, or learning-regions where the years are scarcely noticed and the young and old can meet in a pale truthful light.

This is excellence - the following of anything for its own sake and with its own integrity.

Whoever designed this frigging map was having a laugh. Just around the corner, my arse.

One life is an absurdly small allowance.