It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

Love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

It is, I fear, but a vain show of fulfilling the heathen precept, ''Know thyself,'' and too often leads to a self- estimate which will subsist in the absence of that fruit by which alone the quality of the tree is made evident.

Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.

It is very hard to say the exact truth, even about your own immediate feelings – much harder than to say something fine about them which is not the exact truth.

I take a dose of mathematics every day to prevent my brain from becoming quite soft.

What a different result one gets by changing the metaphor!