The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped.

I wrote my will across the sky, in stars

Club Secretary: I say, Lawrence. You are a clown! Lawrence: We can't all be lion tamers.

I haven't got a heart: only the former site of one, with a monument there to say that it has been removed and the area it occupied turned into a public garden, in pursuance of the slum-clearance scheme.

I could write for hours on the lustfulness of moving Swiftly.

An opinion can be argued with; a conviction is best shot. The logical end of a war of creeds is the final destruction of one, and Salammbo is the classical text-book instance.

I've been and am absurdly over-estimated. There are no supermen and I'm quite ordinary, and will say so whatever the artistic results. In that point I'm one of the few people who tell the truth about myself.