I had a million questions to ask God: but when I met Him, they all fled my mind; and it didn't seem to matter.

Beware of the conversationalist who adds "in other words." He is merely starting afresh.

All students can learn.

How womanly it is to ask the unanswerable at the moment impossible.

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 most interesting persons are always those who have nothing special to do: children, nurses, policemen and actors at 11 o'clock in the morning.

God made man merely to hear some praise of what he'd done on those Five Days.