“My whole working philosophy is that the only stable happiness for mankind is tha…” — D. H. Lawrence

God how I hate new countries: They are older than the old, more sophisticated, much more conceited, only young in a certain puerile vanity more like senility than anything.

I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.

Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.

I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.