When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?

Other than heaven, the only place where one's heart is completely safe from the dangers of love is hell.

The only thing Christianity can not be...is moderately important.

Things always work according to their nature.

A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, Hmán, as if pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing.

Edmund, give a special goodbye to Trumpkin for me. He's been a brick.

The modern idea of a Great Man is one who stands at the lonely extremity of some single line of development--