Reality the iconoclast once more. Heaven will solve our problems, but not, I think, by showing us subtle reconciliations between all our apparently contradictory notions. The notions will all be knocked from under our feet. We shall see that there never was any problem.

Man must endure his going hence.

We are not the playwright, we are not the producer, we are not even the audience. We are on the stage.

The sane would do no good if they made themselves mad to help madmen.

Come, live with me and you'll know me.

If we are any good we must always be working towards the moment at which our Pupils are fit to become our Critics & Rivals

I do not think that all who choose wrong roads perish; but their rescue consists in being put back on the right road. A sum can be put right: but only by going back til you find the error and working it afresh from that point, never by simply going on. Evil can be undone, but it cannot 'develop' into good. Time does not heal it. The spell must be unwound, bit by bit, 'with backward mutters of dissevering power' --or else not.