No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes

Thus Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Douglas and Mr. Joyce partly spoil their books for women readers by their display of self-conscious virility; and Mr. Hemingway, but much less violently, follows suit.

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.

Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time.

How are we to account for the strange human craving for the pleasure of feeling afraid which is so much involved in our love of ghost stories?

Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art.

How far we are going to read a poet when we can read about a poet is a problem to lay before biographers.