Write as often as possible, not with the idea at once of getting into print, but as if you were learning an instrument.

Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them.

California, that advance post of our civilization, with its huge aircraft factories, TV and film studios, automobile way of life... its flavourless cosmopolitanism, its charlatan philosophies and religions, its lack of anything old and well-tried rooted in tradition and character.

Write as often as possible, not with the idea at once of getting into print, but as if you were learning an instrument.

One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.

It is hard to tell where the MCC ends and the Church of England begins.

We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.