Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end.

... half the world starves. What a planet. And the eating, if you're lucky enough to do any. Stuffing pieces of dead animals into a hole in your face. Then munch, munch, munch. If there's anybody watching, they must be dying of laughter.

That's how vile i am! I live Ireland, I breathe Ireland, and Christ how I loathe it, I wish I were a bloody Scot, that's how bloody awful it is being Irish!

Every human soul has seen, perhaps before their birth, pure forms such as justice, temperance, beauty and all the great moral qualities which we hold in honour. We are moved towards what is good by the faint memory of these forms, simple and calm and blessed, which we saw once in a pure, clear light, being pure ourselves.

until I have been able to bury my head so deep in dear London that I can forget that I have ever been away I am inconsolable.

Music relates sound and time and so pictures the ultimate edges of human commmunications.

Art is brief. (Not in a temporal sense.) [...] Words are for concealment. Art is concealment.