Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.

God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.

The Thames is a wretched river after the Mersey and the ships are not like Liverpool ships and the docks are barren of beauty ... it is a beastly hole after Liverpool; for Liverpool is the town of my heart and I would rather sail a mudflat there than command a clipper out of London

The luck will alter and the star will rise.

People who leave their own time out of their work cannot be surprised if their time fails to find them interesting.

The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.