Truth and Beauty (perhaps Keats was wrong in identifying them: perhaps they have the relation of Wit and Humour, or Rain and Rainbow) are of interest only to hungry people. There are several kinds of hunger. If Socrates, Spinoza, and Santayana had had free access to a midnight icebox we would never have heard of them. Shall I be ashamed of my little mewing truths?... I ask to be forgiven: they are such tiny ones.

The misfortunes hardest to bear are these which never came.

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.

No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does.

Be prepared for truth at all hours and in the most fantastic disguises. This is the only safety.

Poetry comes with anger, hunger and dismay; it does not often visit groups of citizens sitting down to be literary together, and would appal them if it did.

Religion is an attempt, a noble attempt, to suggest in human terms more-than-human realities.