If I practised sex, out of moral conviction, that was one thing; but to enjoy it... seemed a defeat.

I see mysteries and complications wherever I look, and I have never met a steadily logical person.

In November you begin to know how long the winter will be.

What the trees can do handsomely-greening and flowering, fading and then the falling of leaves-human beings cannot do with dignity, let alone without pain.

the ends never justify the means because IT never ends.

the English don't go in for imagination: imagination is considered to be improper if not downright alarmist.

Officialdom is hostile to inquiring outsiders.