Then I felt too that I might take this opportunity to tie up a few loose ends, only of course loose ends can never be properly tied, one is always producing new ones. Time, like the sea, unties all knots. Judgements on people are never final, they emerge from summings up which at once suggest the need of a reconsideration. Human arrangements are nothing but loose ends and hazy reckoning, whatever art may otherwise pretend in order to console us.

The most potent and sacred command which can be laid upon any artist is the command: wait.

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.

any writer is inevitably going to work with his own anxieties and desires. If the book is any good it has got to have in it the fire of a personal unconscious mind.

Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.

Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.

We are such inward secret creatures, that inwardness is the most amazing thing about us, even more amazing than our reason.