Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death.

Everyone alters and is altered by everyone else. We are all the time taking in portions of one another or else reacting against them, and by these involuntary acquisitions and repulsions modifying our natures.

Everyone is a bore to someone. That is unimportant. The thing to avoid is being a bore to oneself.

The cliche is dead poetry.

We soon cease to feel the grief at the deaths of our friends, yet we continue to the end of our lives to miss them. They are still with us in their absence.

When I write a page that reads badly I know that it is myself who has written it. When it reads well it has come through from somewhere else.

Marriage is an arrangement by which two people start by getting the best out of each other and often end by getting the worst.