Tea - That Perfume That One Drinks,

I Judge People's Charm By The Ease With Which I Express Myself In Their Presence.

Our Prejudices, Our Antipathies, Are Our Natural Defenses Against What We Could Not Assimilate.

If Only Art Were As Rare As Good Taste.

Some People Make It Hard For Me To Believe In Universal Evolution.

At First, When An Idea, A Poem, Or The Desire To Write Takes Hold Of You, Work Is A Pleasure, A Delight, And Your Enthusiasm Knows No Bounds. But Later On You Work With Difficulty, Doggedly, Desperately. For Once You Have Committed Yourself To A Particular Work, Inspiration Changes Its Form And Becomes An Obsession, Like A Love-affair… Which Haunts You Night And Day! Once At Grips With A Work, We Must Master It Completely Before We Can Recover Our Idleness.