Life began for me, when I ceased to admire and began to remember.

The end is nothing; the road is all.

Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones.

William Tavener never heeded ominous forecasts in the domestic horizon, and he never looked for a storm until it broke.

Claude Wheeler opened his eyes before the sun was up and vigorously shook his younger brother, who lay in the other half of the same bed.

After all, the supreme virtue in all art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives art a right to be.

In a few hours one could cover that incalculable distance; from the winter country and homely neighbours, to the city where the air trembled like a tuning-fork with unimaginable possibilities.