Love compels cruelty To those who do not understand love.

War is not a life: it is a situation, one which may neither be ignored nor accepted.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

Not only every great poet, but every genuine, but lesser poet, fulfils once for all some possibility of language, and so leaves one possibility less for his successors.

We are being made aware that the organization of society on the principle of private profit, as well as public destruction, is leading both to the deformation of humanity by unregulated industrialism, and to the exhaustion of natural resources, and that a good deal of our material progress is a progress for which succeeding generations may have to pay dearly.

The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.