There Are Moments When The Inner Life

The English Countryside, Its Growth And Its Destruction, Is A Genuine And Tragic Theme.

The Idea That Nations Should Love One Another, Or That Business Concerns Or Marketing Boards Should Love One Another, Or That A Man In Portugal Should Love A Man In Peru Of Whom He Has Never Heard -it Is Absurd, Unreal, Dangerous. The Fact Is We Can Only Love What We Know Personally. And We Cannot Know Much.

If There Is On Earth A House With Many Mansions, It Is The House Of Words.

If Only The Sense Of Actuality Can Be Lulled-and It Sleeps For Ever In Most Historians-there Is No Passion That Cannot Be Gratified In The Past.

I'm A Holy Man Minus The Holiness.