Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.

To understand all is to forgive all.

Money is only useful when you get rid of it. It is like the odd card in 'Old Maid'; the player who is finally left with it has lost.

You spend the first term at Oxford meeting interesting and exciting people and the rest of your time there avoiding them

I think there's almost nothing I can't excuse except perhaps worshiping graven images. That seems to be idiotic.

There is an Easter sense in which all things are made new in the risen Christ. A tiny gleam of this is reflected in all true art.

I have no technical psychological interest; it is drama, speech,and events that interest me.