Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

I hate university towns and university people, who are the same everywhere, with pregnant wives, sprawling children, many books and hideous pictures on the walls ... Oxford is very pretty, but I don't like to be dead.

Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought.

Any religion is forever in danger of petrifaction into mere ritual and habit, though ritual and habit be essential to religion.

The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man

We can at least try to understand our own motives, passions, and prejudices, so as to be conscious of what we are doing when we apeal to those of others. This is very difficult, because our own prejudice and emotional bias always seems to us so rational.