'What's the matter with this country is the matter with the lot of us individually- our sense of personality is a sense of outrage and we'll never get outside of it.' But the hold of the country was that, she considered, it could be thought of in terms of oneself, so interpreted.

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

This is the worst of love, this unmeant mystification - someone smiling and going out without saying where, or a letter arriving, being read in your presence, …

And yet in a way I would rather fail point blank. Things one can do have no value. I don't mind feeling small myself, but I dread finding the world is.

An individualism which has got beyond the stage of hedonism tends to yield to the lure of the grandiose. It was not man, the individual, nor even the Supreme B…

I love and treasure individuals as I meet them, I loathe and despise the groups they identify with and belong to.

Hello my Country I once came to tell everyone your story Your passion was my poetry And your past my most potent glory Your promise was my prayer Your hypocris…