Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.

There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.

Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.

Real worship involves waiting.

Every human soul has seen, perhaps before their birth, pure forms such as justice, temperance, beauty and all the great moral qualities which we hold in honour. We are moved towards what is good by the faint memory of these forms, simple and calm and blessed, which we saw once in a pure, clear light, being pure ourselves.

There is no triumph of good, and if there were it would not be a triumph of good.

Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.