I was not born to be free---I was born to adore and obey.

Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . ."

If you have a religion it must be cosmic.

Make your choice, adventurous Stranger, Strike the bell and bide the danger, Or wonder, till it drives you mad, What would have followed if you had.

Death and resurrection are what the story is about and had we but eyes to see it, this has been hinted on every page, met us, in some disguise, at every turn, and even been muttered in conversations between such minor characters (if they are minor characters) as the vegetables.

To the Ancients, Friendship seemed the happiest and most fully human of all loves... The modern world in comparison, ignores it.

My own eyes are not enough for me; I will see through those of others.