It is perfectly monstrous,' he said, at last, 'the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true.

One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.

Wordsworth went to the Lakes, but he was never a lake poet. He found in stones the sermons he had already hidden there.

He has no enemies, but he is intensely disliked by his friends.

Like two doomed ships that pass in storm we had crossed each other's way: but we made no sign, we said no word, we had no word to say.

Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.

Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failures.