In the glad old days, before the rise of modern morbidities...it used to be thought a disadvantage to be misunderstood.

The pure modernist is merely a snob; he cannot bear to be a month behind the fashion.

Modern tragic writers have to write short stories; if they wrote long stories…cheerfulness would creep in. Such stories are like stings; brief, but purely painful.

A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.

White founts falling in the courts of the sun, / And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run.

There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book, and a tired man who wants a book to read.