For forty days he went out into the desert - and never shot anything [on Jesus]
My education [takes place] during the holidays from Eton.
In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.
The only difference between an artist and a lunatic is, perhaps, that the artist has the restraint or courtesy to conceal the intensity of his obsession from all except those similarly afflicted.
It is fatal to be appreciated in one's own time.
The terrible newly imported American doctrine that everyone ought to do something.