The visible world is but man turned inside out that he may be revealed to himself.

Things are always different from what they might be.

In museums and palaces we are alternate radicals and conservatives.

We care what happens to people only in proportion as we know what people are.

If this was love, love had been overrated.

The faculty of attention has utterly vanished from the Anglo-Saxon mind, extinguished at its source by the big bayad?re of journalism, of the newspaper and the picture magazine which keeps screaming, "Look at me." Illustrations, loud simplifications... bill poster advertising ? only these stand a chance.

There were several ways of understanding her: there was what she said, and there was what she meant, and there was something between the two, that was neither.