The grave and the image are equally links with the irrecoverable and symbols for the unimaginable.

The process of living seems to consist in coming to realize truths so ancient and simple that, if stated, they sound like barren platitudes.

For He (God) seems to do nothing of himself which He can possibly delegate to His creatures.

There are no ordinary people.. it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit.

Certain things, if not seen as lovely or detestable, are not being correctly seen at all.

Your book bill ought to be your biggest extravagance.

What we called love down there was mostly the craving to be loved. In the main I loved you for my own sake: because I needed you...We shall have no need for one another now: we can begin to love truly.