Time changes all things and cultivates even in herself an appreciation of irony, and, therefore, why shouldn't I have changed a trifle?

In what else, pray, does man differ from the other animals except in that he is used by words?

Everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken atwill from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness.

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

Patriotism is the religion of hell.

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

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.