While it is well enough to leave footprints on the sands of time, it is even more important to make sure they point in a commendable direction.

What really matters is that there is so much faith and love and kindliness which we can share with and provoke in others, and that by cleanly, simple, generous living we approach perfection in the highest and most lovely of all arts. . . . But you, I think, have always comprehended this.

The touch of time does more than the club of Hercules.

In religious matters a traveller loses nothing by civility.

What is man that his welfare be considered? An ape who chatters of kinship with the archangels while he very filthily digs for groundnuts. And yet I perceive that this same man is a maimed God. He is condemned under penalty to measure eternity with an hourglass and infinity with a yardstick and what is more, he very nearly does it.

People marry through a variety of other reasons, and with varying results: but to marry for love is to invite inevitable tragedy.

Love, I take it, must look toward something not quite accessible, something not quite understood.