But I think the most harmful change brought about by Victorian science in our attitude to nature lies in the demand that our relation with it must be purposive, industrious, always seeking greater knowledge.

We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.

People knew less of each other, perhaps, but they felt more free of each other, and so were more individual. The entire world was not for them only a push or a switch away. Strangers were strange, and sometimes with an exciting, beautiful strangeness. It may be better for humanity that we should communicate more and more.

Evolution did not intend trees to grow singly. Far more than ourselves they are social creatures, and no more natural as isolated specimens than man is as a marooned sailor or hermit.

I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.

We chase the reward, we get the reward and then we discover that the true reward is always the next reward. Buying pleasure is a false end.

I love making, I love doing. I love being to the full, I love everything which is not sitting and watching and copying and dead at heart.