Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.

Whenever you see a board up with "Trespassers will be prosecuted," trespass at once.

We scarcely wish to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human.

Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.

So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.

Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.

I cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes, or what my general opinion of myself is. Only in moments of emergency, at a crossing, at a kerb, the wish to preserve my body springs out and seizes me and stops me , here, before this omnibus. We insist, it seems, on living. Then again, indifference descends.