Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomimes.
The past and the present are after all so close, so almost one, as if time were an artificial teasing out of a material which longs to join, to interpenetrate, and to become heavy and very small like...
Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
There was a shadowy light, not exactly twilight, but an uncertain vivid yet hazy illumination, wherein people walked like spirits, bathed in light and not revealed.
Where’s your house?’ ‘Kempsford Gardens, by West Brompton tube station.
Love is no respecter of ages, everyone knows that.
I am looking out of my window in an anxious and resentful state of mind, oblivious to my surroundings, brooding perhaps on some damage done to my prestige. Then suddenly I observe a hovering kestrel....
Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
You know what. You've killed me and sent me to hell, and you must descend to the underworld to find me and make me live again. If you don't come for me, I'll become a demon and drag you down into the...
They really wanted to remain always in their own house and their own garden. There are such people.
She has somehow missed the bus of life.
But thinking about wickedness usually just comforts.
Art both expresses and gratifies the lowest part of the soul, and feeds and enlivens base emotions which ought to be left to wither.
Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
I may add here that one of the secrets of my happy life is that i have never made the mistake of learning to drive a car. I have never lacked people, usually women, longing to drive me withersoever I...
How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.
An experience is richest not talked of.
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.