Sir, I would trust you with my heart. Moreover, we have left our bodies in the banqueting hall. Those on the turf are the shadows of our souls.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.

Needless to say, the business of living interferes with the solitude so needed for any work of the imagination. Here's what Virginia Woolf said in her diary about the sticky issue: "I've shirked two parties, and another Frenchman, and buying a hat, and tea with Hilda Trevelyan, for I really can't combine all this with keeping all my imaginary people going.

The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it.

Biography is to give a man some kind of shape after his death.

Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.