The true enjoyments must be spontaneous and compulsive and look to no remoter end.

Am I lost or just less found?

It's so large" "It's the world dear, did you think it'd be small?" "smaller

No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally – and often far more – worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond.

Perhaps the experience had been so complete that repetition would be vulgarity - like asking to hear the same symphony twice in a day.

Some people probably think of the Resurrection as a desperate last moment expedient to save the Hero from a situation which had got out of the Author's control.

We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.