We feasted on love; every mode of it, solemn and merry, romantic and realistic, sometimes as dramatic as a thunderstorm, sometimes comfortable and unemphatic as putting on your soft slippers. She was my pupil and my teacher, my subject and my sovereign, my trusty comrade, friends, shipmate, fellow-soldier. My mistress, but at the same time all that any man friend has ever been to me.

Joy is the serious business of heaven.

Humility is self-forgetfulness.

Jesus produced mainly three effects: hatred, terror, adoration. There was no trace of people expressing mild approval.

She's the sort of woman who lives for others - you can tell the others by their hunted expression.

Spying on people by magic is the same as spying on them in any other way.

We are what we believe we are.