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 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.

A well begun is half ended.

I believe in instinct, not reason. When reason is right, nine times out of ten it is impotent, and when it prevails, nine times out of ten it is wrong.

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

The moment that any life, however good, stifles you, you may be sure it isn't your real life.

Very often a change of self is needed more than a change of scene.