For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

Where is the Life we lost in living?

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

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.

Do I dare disturb the universe?