Mercy detached from justice grows unmerciful.

The incalculable winds of fantasy and music and poetry, the mere face of a girl, the song of a bird, or the sight of a horizon, are always blowing evil’s whole structure away.

When you go to church you are really listening in to the secret wireless from our friends.

When we force a boy to be a mediocrity in a dozen subjects we destroy his standards, perhaps for life.

We have not long to live in any event. Let us spend what is left in seeking the unpeopled world behind the sunrise.

And so take away his work, which was his life [. . .] and all his glory and his great deeds? Make a child and a dotard of him? Keep him to myself at that cost? Make him so mine that he was no longer his?

If crime and disease are to be regarded as the same thing, it follows that any state of mind which our masters choose to call 'disease' can be treated as a crime and compulsorily cured.