I have to get out once a week and speak with people or I start thinking I'm the emperor of Abyssinia.

The bluebells made such a pool that the earth had become like water, and all the trees and bushes seemed to have grown out of the water. And the sky above seemed to have fallen down on to the earth floor; and I didn’t know if the sky was the earth or the earth was water. I had been turned upside down. I had to hold the rock with my fingernails to stop me falling into the sky of the earth or the water of the sky. But I couldn’t hold on.

The modern superstition is that we're free of superstition.

The thing is, when everyone is trying to persuade you that a thing you know to be true isn't actually true, you start to believe them: not because it is true but because it's easier. It's just the easy way out.

It is, of course, the first recourse of every elitist to see social barbarism in others.

Why can’t our job here on earth be simply to inspire each other?

The blood in my veins is frozen but it sings of love.