Actually it seems to me that one can hardly say anything either bad enough or good enough about life.

War creates no absolutely new situation: it simply aggravates the permanent human situation so that we can no longer ignore it. Human life has always been lived on the edge of a precipice.

If conversion makes no improvements in a man's outward actions then I think his 'conversion' was largely imaginary.

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations--these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.

Praise is the mode of love which always has some element of joy in it.

Will you come with me to the mountains? It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?

Tea should be taken in solitude.