It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness.

Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth.

Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish!

All that is observable in a man-that is to say his actions and such of his spiritual existence as can be deduced from his actions-falls into the domain of history.

The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.

We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.

Tolerance is a very dull virtue. It is boring. Unlike love, it has always had a bad press. It is negative. It merely means putting up with people, being able to stand things.