I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

The problem wiv some blokes is that wen they ain't drunk, they're sober.

Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.

I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.

It's certain there is no fine thing Since Adam's fall but needs much laboring.