Edith Ethel with the sweetest possible smile would beg the pillows off a whole hospital ward full of dying…. - Ford Madox Ford

IT has been remarked that the peculiarly English habit of self-suppression in matters of the emotions puts the Englishman at a great disadvantage in moments of unusual stresses.

For the judging of contemporary literature the only test is one's personal taste. If you much like a new book, you must call it literature even though you find no other soul to agree with you, and if you dislike a book you must declare that it is not literature though a million voices should shout you that you are wrong. The ultimate decision will be made by Time.

Isn't there any heaven where old beautiful dances, old beautiful intimacies prolong themselves?