The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you.

one of Mr. [Thomas] Hardy's ancestors must have married a weeping willow. There are pages and pages in his collected poems which are simply plain narratives in ballad form of how an unenjoyable time was had by all.

I cannot think that espionage can be recommended as a technique for building an impressive civilization. It's a lout's game.

There is no wider gulf in the universe than yawns between those on the hither and thither side of vital experience.

art is at least in part a way of collecting information about the universe.

No great thing happens suddenly.

I always have beauty around me, for I have but to go to my piano, and trace one of the million designs that have been made by my masters.