 The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art. |
| At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity. |
| One is certain of nothing but the truth of one's own emotions. |
| Oxford is Oxford: not a mere receptacle for youth, like Cambridge. Perhaps it wants its inmates to love it rather than to love one another. |
| There is something majestic in the bad taste of Italy. |
| One marvels why the middle classes still insist on so much discomfort for their children at such expense to themselves. |
| Love is always being given where it is not required. Topics: Love Is |
| We are all like Scheherazade's husband, in that we want to know what happens next. |
| Two cheers for Democracy; one because it admits variety, and two because it permits criticism. |
| No one is India. Topics: Short |
| Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch. |
| Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon. |
| Letters have to pass two tests before they can be classed as good: they must express the personality both of the writer and of the recipient. |
| The only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves. |
| Most quarrels are inevitable at the time; incredible afterwards. |
| Surely the only sound foundation for a civilization is a sound state of mind. |
| Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him. |
| England has always been disinclined to accept human nature. |
| How can I know what I think till I see what I say? |
| One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life. |
