Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking.

That's it! When you come to know men, that's how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place.

If I take my whole, passionate, spiritual and physical love to the woman who in return loves me, that is how I serve God. And my hymn and my game of joy is my work.

One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.

Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.

Every new stroke of civilization has cost the lives of countless brave men, who have fallen defeated by the dragon, in their efforts to win the apples of the Hesperides, or the fleece of gold. Fallen in their efforts to overcome the old, half sordid savagery of the lower stages of creation, and win the next stage.

We are so overwhelmed with quantities of books, that we hardly realise any more that a book can be valuable, valuable like a jewel, or a lovely picture, into which you can look deeper and deeper and get a more profound experience every time.