The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God that ever sand when the fire is going.

I don't trust sentimentality in men; it goes with tyranny; you can't have one without the other.

When the desire is on for one particular person, nobody else will do.

One should never go back to a place one has loved; for, however, rough the going forward is, it is better than the snuffing out-of-love return.

there is this malign curse laid on dipsomaniacs. That they must absolutely have a drink: in order to feel strong enough to stop drinking.

My bitterness is not an abstract substance, it is as solid as a Christmas cake; I can cut it in slices and hand it round and there is still plenty left, for tomorrow.

England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots.

Jealousy is the lifelong noose hanging about the neck of love.

resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.

I had got to the dawn of the beautiful not caring, but fully aware, stage, which degenerates so imperceptibly into the doing something unpermissible stage.

I am unable, mentally incapable, of relating the dead thing, the broken body refusing to divulge why or where the occupant has gone, to the thing that was alive.

We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.

I realized how hard it that must have been, how much hurt when you know the only way to help someone is to give him distance. So I let him go.

Not many get to see this side of him. So, if you do, know that you’re lucky.

Every farm woodland, in addition to yielding lumber, fuel and posts, should provide its owner a liberal education. This crop of wisdom never fails, but it is not always harvested.

Anomalocaridids seemed to lack front limbs, being an arthropod - being a joint-legged animal - and not having legs, it's kind of embarrassing.

It's much harder to be an in-house person than an outside person.

The impression of strength came from an extraordinary vitality that seemed to pulse in the very air around him

The day of small nations has passed away; the day of Empires has come.

Wings of Love long only to fly away from all directions.

Even though we've written epic poems and made incredible films about love, I still don't think anyone can understand what it is, or why it means everything.