God has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.

Most people, if they had really learned to look into their own hearts, would know that they do want, and want acutely, something that cannot be had in this world. There are all sorts of things in this world that offer to give it to you, but they never quite keep their promise.

When first things are put first, second things are not suppressed but increased.

Be good, sweet maid, and don't forget that this involves being as clever as you can.

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.

All killing is not murder any more than all sexual intercourse is adultery.

Friendship is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others.