Every joy is beyond all others.

The man who truly and disinterestedly enjoys any one thing in the world, for its own sake, and without caring two-pence what other people say about it, is by that very fact forewarmed against some of our subtlest modes of attack.

The return from the walk, and the arrival of tea, should be exactly coincident, and not later than a quarter past four.

Everywhere, except in theology, there has been a vigorous growth of skepticism about skepticism itself.

It is funny how mortals always picture us as putting things into their minds: in reality our best work is done by keeping things out.

Being in love is a good thing, but it is not the best thing. There are many things below it, but there are also things above it. You cannot make it the basis of a whole life. It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling. Now no feeling can be relied on to last in its full intensity, or even to last at all. Knowledge can last, principles can last, habits can last; but feelings come and go.

Post-Christian man is not the same as Pre-Christian man. He is as far removed as virgin is from widow: there is nothing in common except want of a spouse: but there is a great difference between a spouse-to-be and a spouse lost.