“There are no stronger fetters than those we forge for ourselves.”

“Those confiding their pain cannot know at the outset how much they will be required to relive it.”

“The kind of truth that can be asserted by argument had lost all glamour, all lustre, for him, seeming no more now than another aspect of that ancient urge - much older than the desire for truth - to command attention, dominate one's fellows.”

“But that sacred hunger we spoke of justifies all.”

“It is everyone's bounden duty to try to get more than they have got already. If you have got two shillin' you try to make it into four shillin' . . . there is no end to it.”

“Kneading memory makes the dough of fiction; which we know, sometimes never stops rising.”

“The kneading of memory makes the dough of fiction, which, as we know, can go on yeasting for ever...”