Oh Lion in a peculiar guise, Sharp Roman road to Paradise, Come eat me up, I'll pay thy toll With all my flesh, and keep my soul.

You must have some money if you are going to live simply. It need not be much, but you must have some.

Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.

Colours are what drive me most strongly.

If a lady comes up to you and tells you that your dear mama is lying in a faint on the pavement round the corner, don't you believe her, don't have anything to do with her, do not go with her into the cab. It is the White Slave Traffic.

O happy dogs of England, Bark well at errand boys, If you lived anywhere else, You would not be allowed to make such an infernal noise.

I like food, I like stripping vegetables of their skins, I like to have a slim young parsnip under my knife.