Every man is made of clay and diamond, and no woman can nourish both.

They flower spontaneously out of the demands of our natures - and the best of them lead us not only outward in space, but inward as well.

I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!

The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.

'We live' writes Pursewarden somewhere 'lives based upon selected fictions. Our view of reality is conditioned by our position in space and time — not by our personalities as we like to think. Thus every interpretation oа reality is based upon a unique position. Two paces east or west and the whole picture is changed.

Somewhere in the heart of experience there is an order and a coherence which we might purprise if we were attentive enough, loving enough, or patient enough.

People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.