Love Has Nothing To Do With Good

Life Being All Inclusion And Confusion, And Art Being All Discrimination And Selection, The Latter, In Search Of The Hard Latent Value With Which It Alone Is Concerned, Sniffs Round The Mass As Instinctively And Unerringly As A Dog Suspicious Of Some Buried Bone.

The Power To Guess The Unseen From The Seen, To Trace The Implications Of Things, To Judge The Whole Piece By The Pattern . . . This Cluster Of Gifts May Almost Be Said To Constitute Experience.

However British You May Be, I Am More British Still.

It Takes A Great Deal Of History To Produce A Little Literature.

Novelist-citizen Of Two Countries Interpreter Of His Generation On Both Sides Of The Sea.