The more truly we can see life as a fairytale, the more clearly the tale resolves itself into war with the dragon who is wasting fairyland.

Criticism is only words about words, and of what use are words about such words as these?

Savages and modern artists are alike strangely driven to create something uglier than themselves. but the artists find it harder.

Just the other day in the Underground I enjoyed the pleasure of offering my seat to three ladies.

We can’t turn life into a pleasure. But we can choose such pleasures as are worthy of us and our immortal souls.

The Byzantines hammered away at their hard and orthodox symbols, because they could not be in a mood to believe that men could take a hint. The moderns drag out into lengths and reels of extravagance their new orthodoxy of being unorthodox, because they also cannot give a hint -- or take a hint. Yet all perfect and well-poised art is really a hint.

'As you have made your bed, so you must lie on it'; which again is simply a lie. If I have made my bed uncomfortable, please God I will make it again.