Fallen man is not simply an imperfect creature who needs improvement: he is a rebel who must lay down his arms.

See the bear in his own den before you judge of his conditions.

Gone! And you and I quite crestfallen. It’s always like that, you can’t keep him; it’s not as if he were a tame lion.

It's like the sound of a chuckle in the darkness. The sense that some shattering and disarming simplicity is the real answer.

No man who says, 'I'm as good as you,' believes it. He would not say it if he did.

Affection would not be affection if it was loudly and frequently expressed; to produce it in public is like getting your household furniture out for a move. It did very well in its place, but it looks shabby or tawdry or grotesque in the sunshine.

In any fairly large and talkative community such as a university there is always the danger that those who think alike should gravitate together where they will henceforth encounter opposition only in the emasculated form of rumour that the outsiders say thus and thus. The absent are easily refuted, complacent dogmatism thrives, and differences of opinion are embittered by the group hostility. Each group hears not the best, but the worst, that the other group can say.