We are all so afraid, we are all so alone, we all so need from the outside the assurance of our own worthiness to exist.

I couldn't regard myself as personally repulsive. No man can, or, if he ever comes to do so, that is the end of him.

It's the quality of harmony, sir. The quality of being in harmony with you own soul. God having given you your own soul you are then in harmony with Heaven.

What then is to be the lot of Rossetti's fame and influence? 'An amateur who failed in two arts', it is true; yet it hardly harms Rossetti or touches his standing. On the contrary, it defines both very brilliantly. The small word 'failed' is a small word and little more to artists who are forever going on until they give up over a game that must be lost. Every artist, when confronted by the immensities of art, which is life, must confess to failure. A failure is a thing very relative.

We are all so afraid, we are all so alone, we all so need from the outside the assurance of our own worthiness to exist.

He thought he suddenly understood. For the Lincon-shire sergeant-major the word Peace meant that a man could stand up on a hill. For him it meant someone to talk to.

But responsibility hardens the heart. It must.