Your taste in music is excellent. It exactly coinsides with my own!

It profits a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world... but for Wales!

I'm breathing . . . are you breathing too? It's nice, isn't it?

This account of him [Thomas More] developed as I wrote: what first attracted me was a person who could not be accused of any incapacity for life, who indeed seized life in great variety and almost greedy quantities, who nevertheless found something in himself without which life was valueless and when that was denied him was able to grasp his death.

The man who tells lies hides the truth, but the man who tells half-lies has forgotten where he put it.

Thomas More: Will, I'd trust you with my life. But not your principles. You see, we speak of being anchored to our principles. But if the weather turns nasty you up with an anchor and let it down where there's less wind, and the fishing's better. And "Look," we say, "look, I'm anchored! To my principles!

Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks toward us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.