Money Pads The Edges Of Things.

I Have Almost Completed A Long Novel, But It Is Unpublishable Until My Death And England's.

Only Connect!...only Connect The Prose And The Passion.

Outside The Arch, Always There Seemed Another Arch. And Beyond The Remotest Echo, A Silence.

Sometimes I Think Too Much Fuss Is Made About Marriage. Century After Century Of Carnal Embracement And We're Still No Nearer To Understanding One Another.

My Conviction Gains Infinitely The Moment Another Soul Will Believe In It.