There is something frank and joyous and young in the open face of the country. It gives itself ungrudgingly to the moods of the season, holding nothing back.

I tell you there is such a thing as creative hate.

All Southern women wished of their menfolk was simply to be 'like Paris handsome and like Hector brave'.

Art and religion (they are the same thing, in the end, of course) have given man the only happiness he has ever had.

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

It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of.

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