I [had] added another small piece to the pages of the atlas that were real to me.

He did not fail in love, but he lost the joy of it [...]

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

If politicians and scientists were lazier, how much happier we should all be

I think it's one of the kindest things you can do to the very wicked, to give them time to repent.

They are a very decent generous lot of people out here and they don't expect you to listen.... It's the secret of social ease in this country. They talk entirely for their own pleasure. Nothing they say is designed to be heard.

But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.