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I believe absolutely in love being the central motive force of the universe.
Suicide is possible, but not probable; hanging, I trust, is even more unlikely; for I hope that, by the time I die, my countrymen will have become... →
If I loved all the world as I do you, I shouldn't write books to it: I should only write letters to it, and that would be only a clumsy stage on... →
My failure, during the first five or six years of my art training, to get set in the right direction, and the disappointment which it caused me... →
I was just then going through a healthy reaction from the orthodoxy of my youth; religion had become for me not so much a possession as an obsession... →
Two more years were to go by before I knew anything about William Blake. Many years later, when his wife died, my godfather gave me the two books as... →
The mere dates of my existence do not interest me, except in one connection. When the Great War started I was too old to be acceptable as a... →
Prosecution I have managed to avoid; but I have been arrested, charged in a police court, have refused to be bound over, and thereupon have been... →
The modern form of things had begun to appeal to me, also (as material for satire) politics, and the lives of the great and little, high up in the... →
I had never thought of myself as a dramatist, and, for really good technical results, the thought came too late: a man of letters has become too... →
The man who bears my name, and who claims to be me, was born on July 15, 1865, the sixth in a family of seven. He was an ugly child, and remained... →
For the last half of my life I have had the doubtful benefit of a brother whose literary reputation is much greater than my own.
I shall not die young, for I am already near seventy: I may die old.