Though I believe in liberalism, I find it difficult to believe in liberals.

Exactly at the instant when hope ceases to be reasonable it begins to be useful.

In the main, and from the beginning of time, mysticism has kept men sane. The thing that has driven them mad was logic.

There is also an insulting speech about 'one grey day just like another'. You might as well talk about one green tree like another.

We all feel the riddle of the earth without anyone to point it out. The mystery of life is the plainest part of it. The clouds and curtains of darkness, the confounding vapors, these are the daily weather of this world.

The men of the clique live together because they have the same kind of soul, and their narrowness is a narrowness of spiritual coherence and contentment, like that which exists in hell . . .

A madman is not someone who has lost his reason but someone who has lost everything but his reason