There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.

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.

Socrates wrote nothing. Christ wrote nothing.

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.

We can only learn to love by loving.

Nothing is more beautifully and acceptably self-assertive than good singing.

We must live by the light of our own self-satisfaction, through that secret vital busy inwardness which is even more remarkable than our reason.