Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead.

Real progress is progress in charity, all other advances being secondary thereto.

Specialized meaninglessness has come to be regarded, in certain circles, as a kind of hallmark of true science.

Those who feel themselves despised do well to look despising.

Love casts out fear; but conversely fear casts out love. And not only love. Fear also casts out intelligence, casts out goodness, casts out all thought of beauty and truth.

Thought is barred in this City of Dreadful Joy and conversation is unknown.

It's a very salutary thing to realize that the rather dull universe in which most of us spend most of our time is not the only universe there is. I think it's healthy that people should have this experience.