I fancy that the Hell of Too Many People would occupy a respectable place in the hierarchy of infernal regions.

The point is to be good-to be sensitive and sincere.

To multiply your joy, count your blessings.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

We should like to have some towering geniuses, to reveal us to ourselves in colour and fire, but of course they would have to fit into the pattern of our society and be able to take orders from sound administrative types.

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?

We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.