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.

My education [takes place] during the holidays from Eton.

We attended stables, as we attended church, in our best clothes, thereby no doubt showing the degree of respect due to horses.

In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.

A golf course outside a big town serves an excellent purpose in that it segregates, as though a concentration camp, all the idle and idiot well-to-do.

For forty days he went out into the desert - and never shot anything [on Jesus]

It is fatal to be appreciated in one's own time.