A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

A diary is the last place to go if you wish to seek the truth about a person. Nobody dares to make the final confession to themselves on paper: or at least, not about love.

Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will-whatever we may think.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

It's unthinkable not to love - you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.

Everyone loathes his own country and countrymen if he is any sort of artist.

Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure.