While friendship has been by far the chief source of my happiness, acquaintance or general society has always meant little to me, and I cannot quite understand why a man should wish to know more people than he can make real friends of.

Remember that all worlds draw to an end and that noble death is a treasure which no one is too poor to buy.

I have been trying to make the reader believe that we actually are, at present, creatures whose character must be, in some respects, a horror to God, as it is, when we really see it, a horror to ourselves. This I believe to be a fact: and I notice that the holier a man is, the more fully he is aware of that fact.

We long for more and God's promise is that there is more awaiting us. More to delight us than we will ever exhaust.

The sight of the huge world put mad ideas into me, as if I could wander away, wander forever, see strange and beautiful things, one after the other...

We may not be able to get certainty, but we can get probability, and half a loaf is better than no bread.

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