Some collaboration has to take place in the mind between the woman and the man before the art of creation can be accomplished. Some marriage of opposites has to be consummated. The whole of the mind must lie wide open if we are to get the sense that the

But nevertheless, the fact remained, it was almost impossible to dislike anyone if one looked at them.

Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.

To be nothing - is that not, after all, the most satisfactory fact in the whole world?

For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.

Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read; what I haven't read.

Who would not spout the family teapot in order to talk with Keats for an hour about poetry, or with Jane Austen about the art of fiction?