A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die.

I see that any materialism in life coarsens the soul, and that the hunger of the body and the appetites of the flesh desecrate always, and often destroy.

All authority is quite degrading. It degrades those who exercise it, and it degrades those over whom it is exercised.

The heart was made to be broken.

The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.

It is awfully hard work doing nothing. However, I don't mind hard work when there is no definite object of any kind. To do nothing at all is the most difficult thing.