What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their homes—free to starve, free to perish of cold and hunger.

Wars come and wars go but the world does not change: it will always forget an indebtedness which it thinks it expedient not to remember.

Language is surely too small a vessel to contain these emotions of mind and body that have somehow awakened a response in the spirit.

Do try to remember this: even the world's not so black as it is painted" -Valerie to Stephen (pg. 408)

It is bad for the soul to know itself a coward, it is apt to take refuge in mere wordy violence.

[On homosexuality:] Our love may be faithful even unto death and beyond - yet the world will call it unclean.

the realization of great mutual love can at times be so overwhelming a thing, that even the bravest of hearts may grow fearful.