The trouble is not chiefly that our universities are unfit for students but that many present-day students are unfit for universities.

It is our talents rusting unused within us that secrete the poison of self-doubt into our bloodstream.

It is also plausible that those movements with the greatest inner contradiction and between profession and practice - that is to say with a strong feeling of guilt - are likely to be the most fervent in imposing their faith on others.

Action can give us the feeling of being useful, but only words can give us a sense of weight and purpose.

There is in most passions a shrinking away from ourselves. The passionate pursuer has all the earmarks of a fugitive.

Though dissenters seem to question everything in sight, they are actually bundles of dusty answers and never conceived a new question. What offends us most in the literature of dissent is the lack of hesitation and wonder.

We have perhaps a natural fear of ends. We would rather be always on the way than arrive. Given the means, we hang on to them and often forget the ends.