If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run

I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.

Not only in sex, but in all things men have moved blindly, have evolved out of slime to dissolve into it when this accident of consequences is over.

There was something better in life than this rub­bish, if only he could get to it—love—nobility—big spaces where passion clasped peace, spaces no science could reach, but they existed for ever, full of woods some of them, and arched with majestic sky and a friend. . .

Truth is a flower in whose neighbourhood others must wither.

How do I know what I have to say wntil I see what I have said?

Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels — inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards.