If God could tell the story of the Universe, the Universe would become fictitious.

The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected. The commonplace person begins to play, and shoots into the empyrean without effort, whilst we look up, marvelling how he has escaped us, and thinking how we could worship him and love him, would he but translate his visions into human words, and his experiences into human actions. Perhaps he cannot; certainly he does not, or does so very seldom.

Those who search for truth are too conscious of the maze to be hard on others...

Those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.

I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.

The bully and his victim never quite forget their first relations.

She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.