Literary experience heals the wound, without undermining the privilege, of individuality.

In my experience, it is Affection that creates this taste, teaching us first to notice, then to endure, then to smile at, then to enjoy, and finally to appreciate the people who 'happen to be there.' Made for us? Thank God, no. They are themselves, odder than you could have believed and worth far more than we guessed.

Whenever all men are...hastening to be slaves or tyrants we make Liberalism the prime bogey.

It is that of an unsatisfied desire which is itself more desirable than any other satisfaction.

Gratitude exclaims, very properly, 'How good of God to give me this.'

There was nothing medieval people liked better, or did better, than sorting out and tidying up. Of all our modern inventions I suspect that they would most have admired the card index.

And I was the Lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.