I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.

Life will always remain a gamble, with prizes sometimes for the imprudent, and blanks so often to the wise.

People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained.

I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet ... the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fields, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs.

We must not think of the things we could do with, but only of the things that we can't do without.

It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do. It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.

It's really extraordinary what a variety of ways of loving there must be. We all do it as it was never done before.