I believe in general in a dualism between facts and the ideas of those facts in human heads.

It is a new road to happiness, if you have strength enough to castigate a little the various impulses that sway you in turn.

Tomes of aesthetic criticism hang on a few moments of real delight and intuition.

Let a man once overcome his selfish terror at his own finitude, and his finitude itself is, in one sense, overcome.

Nature drives with a loose rein and vitality of any sort can blunder through many a predicament in which reason would despair.

Fun is a good thing but only when it spoils nothing better.

The true Christian is in all countries a pilgrim and a stranger.