The rats are underneath the piles/ The Jew is underneath the lot.

What profession is more trying than that of author? After you finish a piece of work it only seems good to you for a few weeks; or if it seems good at all you are convinced that it is the last you will be able to write; and if it seems bad you wonder whether everything you have done isn’t poor stuff really; and it is one kind of agony while you are writing, and another kind when you aren’t.

When comparing works of art, it is important that the art itself, and not the artists, be considered.

It is impossible to say just what I mean!

You have learned enough to see that cats are much like you and me.

The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.

To become what you are not, behave as you do not.