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.

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

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

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

Poetry is like fish: if it's fresh, it's good; if it's stale, it's bad; and if you're not certain, try it on the cat.

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.

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