Facts by themselves can often feed the flame of madness, because sanity is a spirit.

The triangle of truisms, of father, mother and child, cannot be destroyed; it can only destroy those civilizations which disregard it.

The honest poor can sometimes forget poverty. The honest rich can never forget it.

The man who kills a man kills a man. The man who kills himself kills all men. As far as he is concerned, he wipes out the world.

[Buddhism and Christianity] are in one sense parallel and equal; as a mound and a hollow, as a valley and a hill. There is a sense in which that sublime despair is the only alternative to that divine audacity. It is even true that the truly spiritual and intellectual man sees it as sort of dilemma; a very hard and terrible choice. There is little else on earth that can compare with these for completeness. And he who does not climb the mountain of Christ does indeed fall into the abyss of Buddha.

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 . . .

If the apple hit Newton’s nose, Newton’s nose hit the apple.