People who deal with life generously and large-heartedly go on multiplying relationships to the end.

I think I feel rather differently about sympathy to what seems the normal view. I like just to feel it is there, but not always expressed.

It is often wonderful how putting down on paper a clear statement of a case helps one to see, not perhaps the way out, but the way in.

As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.

I am sure it is one's duty as a teacher to try to show boys that no opinions, no tastes, no emotions are worth much unless they are one's own. I suffered acutely as a boy from the lack of being shown this.

I expect that all of us get pretty much what we deserve of appreciation.

A diary need not be a dreary chronicle of one's movements; it should aim rather at giving salient account of some particular episode, a walk, a book, a conversation.