The mind that finds its way to wild places is the poet's; but the mind that never finds its way back is the lunatic's.

Were Patrick Henry to return to earth and look around on the vast economic order of the day, he might revise his observation and merely say ‘Give me death’-the alternative being manifestly impossible under modern conditions.

The family is the test of freedom; because the family is the only thing that the free man makes for himself and by himself.

The supreme adventure is being BORN

Plato was only a Bernard Shaw who unfortunately made his jokes in Greek.

The fatal metaphor of progress, which means leaving things behind us, has utterly obscured the real idea of growth, which means leaving things inside us.

The idea of private property universal but private, the idea of families free but still families, of domesticity democratic but still domestic, of one man one house - this remains the real vision and magnet of mankind. The world may accept something more official and general, less human and intimate. But the world will be like a broken-hearted woman who makes a humdrum marriage because she may not make a happy one; Socialism may be the world's deliverance, but it is not the world's desire.