It is cremated youth. It is all yours--no one gave it to you.

The test of one's decency is how much of a fight one can put up after one has stopped caring, and after one has found out that one can never please the people they wanted to please.

No nation has ever produced great art that has not made a high art of cookery, because art appeals primarily to the senses.

Even the wicked get worse than they deserve.

The land belongs to the future.

There was nothing but land; not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.

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.