For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.

No human endeavour can ever be wholly good... it must always have a cost.

I am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.

They accepted the pleasures of morning, the bright sun, the whelming sea and sweet air, as a time when play was good and life so full that hope was not necessary and therefore forgotten.

There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.

I do think that art that doesn't communicate is useless.

It wasn't until I was 37 that I grasped the great truth that you've got to write your own books and nobody else's, and then everything followed from there.