I spent an hour looking at pots and carpets in the museums the other day, until the desire to describe them became like the desire for the lusts of the flesh.

fishing teaches a stern morality; inculcates a remorseless honesty.

It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour; riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.

I am writing to a rhythm and not to a plot.