If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.

There are not many English novels which deserve to be called great: Parade's End is one of them.

Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow.

I said earlier that I do not believe an artist's life throws much light upon his works. I do believe, however, that, more often than most people realize, his works may throw light upon his life. An artist with certain imaginative ideas in his head may then involve himself in relationships which are congenial to them.

Slavery is so intolerable a condition that the slave can hardly escape deluding himself into thinking that he is choosing to obey his master's commands when, in fact, he is obliged to. Most slaves of habit suffer from this delusion and so do some writers, enslaved by an all too personal style.

An unmanly sort of man whose love life seems to have been largely confined to crying in laps and playing mouse.