I am thirty-three - the age of the good Sans-culotte Jesus; an age fatal to revolutionists.
Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death does.
The cliché is dead poetry. English, being the language of an imaginative race, abounds in clichés, so that English literature is always in danger of being poisoned by its own secretions.
When I write a page that reads badly I know that it is myself who has written it. When it reads well it has come through from somewhere else.
The only test of work of literature is that it shall please other ages than its own.
Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death.
Old age takes away from us what we have inherited and gives us what we have earned.