Without form, the sensitiveness vanishes.

We are willing enough to praise freedom when she is safely tucked away in the past and cannot be a nuisance. In the present, amidst dangers whose outcome we cannot foresee, we get nervous about her, and admit censorship.

It so happened that Lucy, who found daily life rather chaotic, entered a more solid world when she opened the piano. She was then no longer either deferential or patronizing; no longer either a rebel or a slave.

It is devilish difficult to criticise society & also create human beings.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

Neanderthal man listened to stories, if one may judge by the shape of his skull.

I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes.