if it is thus, I ask emphatically whence comes this thusness.

I am not likely to die of bashfulness but neither am I prepared to be crucified to attest the perfection of my art. I dislike to hear of any stray heroics on the prowl for me.

I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses

When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from flight.

One of the things I could never get accustomed to in my youth was the difference I found between life and literature.

Places remember events.

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.