roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.

Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change.

there does seem to me something sad in life. It is hard to say what it is. I don't mean the sorrow that we all know, like illness and poverty and death. No, it is something different. It is there, deep down, deep down, part of one, like one's breathing.

How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life.

The mind I love must have wild places.

Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?

To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.