God Is Only A Great

The Real Tragedy Of England, As I See It, Is The Tragedy Of Ugliness. The Country Is So Lovely: The Man-made England Is So Vile.

They Say The Sea Is Cold, But The Sea Contains The Hottest Blood Of All, And The Wildest, The Most Urgent.

You Love Me So Much, You Want To Put Me In Your Pocket. And I Should Die There Smothered.

I Can't Bear Art That You Can Walk Round And Admire. A Book Should Be Either A Bandit Or A Rebel Or A Man In The Crowd.

Literature Is A Toil And A Snare, A Curse That Bites Deep.