My Sole Wish Is To Frustrate As

London Is On The Whole The Most Possible Form Of Life.

To Live In The World Of Creation-to Get Into It And Stay In It-to Frequent It And Haunt It...to Think Intently And Fruitfully, To Woo Combinations And Inspirations Into Being By A Depth And Continuity Of Attention And Meditation-this Is The Only Thing.

The Effort Really To See And Really To Represent Is No Idle Business In Face Of The Constant Force That Makes For Muddlement. The Great Thing Is Indeed That The Muddled State Too Is One Of The Very Sharpest Of The Realities, That It Also Has Color And Form And Character, Has Often In Fact A Broad And Rich Comicality.

There Are Women Who Are For All Your 'times Of Life.' They're The Most Wonderful Sort.

His Kiss Was Like White Lightning, A Flash That Spread, And Spread Again, And Stayed.