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.

Poverty is a great cutter-off and riches a great shutter-off.

I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!

Odd, isn't it? He really was the right man for her in a sort of way; but then as you know, it is a law of love that the so-called 'right' person always comes to soon or too late.

Let us define 'man' as a poet perpetually conspiring against himself.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

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