Between grief and nothing, I will take grief.

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means.

Surely there is something in madness, even the demoniac, which Satan flees, aghast at his own handiwork, and which God looks on in pity.

Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.

The necessity of the idea creates its own style. The material itself dictates how it should be written.

That which is destroying the Church is not the outward groping of those within it nor the inward groping of those without, but the professionals who control it and who have removed the bells from its steeples.

There is no such thing as a bad whisky. Some whiskies just happen to be better than others.