When we choose a god we choose one as much like ourselves as possible, or even more so!

All our Western thought is founded on this repulsive pretence that pain is the proper price of any good thing.

For the sake of my country, and perhaps a little for the sake of my soul, I have given up the deep peace of being in opposition.

Birds sat on the telegraph wires that spanned the river as the black notes sit on a staff of music.

We all drew on the comfort which is given out by the major works of Mozart, which is as real and material as the warmth given up by a glass of brandy.

Were it possible for us to wait for ourselves to come into the room, not many of us would find our hearts breaking into flower as we heard the door handle turn.

Sex, which ought to be an incident of life, is the obsession of the well-fed world.