When people are happy they have a reserve upon which to draw, whereas she was like a wheel without a tyre

Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them.

We agreed that people are now afraid of the English language. He [T.S. Eliot] said it came of being bookish, but not reading books enough. One should read all styles thoroughly.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

Why, he wondered, did people who had been asleep always want to make out that they were extremely wide-awake?

The world is crammed with delightful things

We do not know our own souls, let alone the souls of others. Human beings do not go hand in hand the whole stretch of the way. There is a virgin forest in each; a snowfield where even the print of birds' feet is unknown. Here we go alone, and like it better so. Always to have sympathy, always to be accompanied, always to be understood would be intolerable.