Ideas are, in truth, forces. Infinite, too, is the power of personality. A union of the two always makes history.

Make (the reader) think the evil, make him think it for himself, and you are released from weak specifications. My values are positively all blanks, save so far as an excited horror, a promoted pity, a created expertness... proceed to read into them more or less fantastic figures.

...The peculiar air of Oxford-the air of liberty to care for the things of the mind assured and secured by machinery which is in itself a satisfaction to sense.

That accurst autobiographic form which puts a premium on the loose, the improvised, the cheap, and the easy.

To live in the world of creation-to get into it and stay in it-to frequent it and haunt it...to think intently and fruitfully, to woo combinations and inspirations into being by a depth and continuity of attention and meditation-this is the only thing.

There were several ways of understanding her: there was what she said, and there was what she meant, and there was something between the two, that was neither.

Always keep a window in the attic open; not just cracked: open.