Now and then, when I look round on my books, they seem to waver as if a wind rippled their solid mass, and another world were about to break through.

Beauty and sadness always go together.

If both Church and fairy-tale belong to humanity, they may occasionally cross circles, without injury to either.

I know my Easts and Tom Brown, you see, and they're never happy unless their morality is being tried in the furnace and they can feel they are doing the right Christian thing and never mind the consequences to anyone else.

I would not favour a fiction to keep a whole world out of hell. The hell that a lie would keep any man out of is doubtless the very best place for him to go to. It is truth... that saves the world.

As I said to Speedicut, it's hell in the diplomatic.

I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.