The English have no imagination: and yet they do show imagination in two things - two only. In the evening-clothes worn by old ladies, and in their cafés.

I think of a writer as a river: you reflect what passes before you.

Over my real sorrows I never weep.

My tidiness, and my untidiness, are full of regret and remorse and complex feelings.

England is a country where people stay exactly as they are. The soul does not receive the slightest jolt.

The true defense against wealth is not a fear of wealth - of its fragility and of the vicious consequences that it can bring - the true defense against wealth is an indifference to money.

You aren't ill: it is just that you are made of second-rate materials