Our final experience, like our first, is conjectural. We move between two darkness's.
There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it.
Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
But why I cry out against Rubens is because he painted undressed people instead of naked ones.
Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting--both for us and for her.