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 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.

Think. In a minute from now you could be saying, I risked death. I threw for life, and I won life. It is a very wonderful feeling. To have survived.

Art is a statement of one in the face of all; not a statement by one for the use of all.

Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.

And I just can't live in this present. I would go mad if I did.

I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.