I will achieve in my life - Heaven grant that it be not long - some gigantic amalgamation between the two discrepancies so hideously apparent to me. Out of my suffering I will do it. I will knock. I will enter.

You can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the colour goes out of my life.

If this were the time or the place to uphold a paradox, I am half inclined to state that Norfolk is one of the most beautiful of counties.

Moreover, a book is not made of sentences laid end to end, but of sentences built, if an image helps, into arcades or domes.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes

London perpetually attracts, stimulates, gives me a play and a story and a poem, without any trouble, save that of moving my legs through the streets... To walk alone through London is the greatest rest.