The immense success of our life is, I think, that our treasure is hid away; or rather in such common things that nothing can touch it.

Nothing, however, can be more arrogant, though nothing is commoner than to assume that of Gods there is only one, and of religions none but the speaker’s.

Without self awareness we are as babies in the cradles.

Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say.

I feel that by writing I am doing what is far more necessary than anything else.

I was lying in bed this morning and saying to myself, 'the remarkable thing about Ethel is her stupendous self-satisfaction' when in came your letter to confirm this profound psychological observation. How delighted I was!

I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.