Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?

The mask was a thing on it's own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.

I play the piano passionately and inaccurately. Indeed, I worked out the other day that of my seventy-five years; I have spent at least one year sitting on a piano stool.

Which is better--to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?

We're not savages. We're English.

Novelists do not write as birds sing, by the push of nature. It is part of the job that there should be much routine and some daily stuff on the level of carpentry.

He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.