Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.

The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.

We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now by philosophers, can once again be made central.

Philosophy! Empty thinking by ignorant conceited men who think they can digest without eating!

The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now I shall abjure magic and become a hermit : put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.

There is a spider called Amaurobius, which lives in a burrow and has its young in the late summer, and then it dies when the frosts begin, and the young spiders live through the cold by eating their mother's dead body. One can't believe that's an accident. I don't know that I imagined God as having thought it all out, but somehow He was connected with the pattern, He was the pattern.

Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.