No faith is our own that we have not arduously won.

Dancing as an art, we may be sure, cannot die out, but will always be undergoing a rebirth. Not merely as an art, but also as a social custom, it perpetually emerges afresh from the soul of the people.

In the early days of Christianity the exercise of chastity was frequently combined with a close and romantic intimacy of affection between the sexes which shocked austere moralists.

Imagination is a poor substitute for experience.

Here, where we reach the sphere of mathematics, we are among processes which seem to some the most inhuman of all human activities and the most remote from poetry. Yet it is here that the artist has the fullest scope of his imagination.

Pain and death are part of life. To reject them is to reject life itself.

Still, whether we like it or not, the task of speeding up the decrease of the human population becomes increasingly urgent.