Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.

I am interested in the shape of ideas even if I do not believe in them. There is a wonderful sentence in Augustine . . . "Do not despair: one of the thieves was saved; do not presume: one of the thieves was damned." That sentence had a wonderful shape. It is the shape that matters.

Habit is a great deadener.

Love requited is a short circuit.

That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.

We could have saved sixpence. We could have saved fivepence. But at what cost?