Nobody is ever sent to Hell: he or she insists on going there.

Good can imagine Evil; but Evil cannot imagine Good.

The relation of faith between subject and object is unique in every case. Hundreds may believe, but each has to believe by himself.

Between friends differences in taste or opinion are irritating in direct proportion to their triviality.

The truly tragic kind of suffering is the kind produced and defiantly insisted upon by the hero himself so that, instead of making him better, it makes him worse and when he dies he is not reconciled to the law but defiant, that is, damned. Lear is not a tragic hero, Othello is.

It is already possible to imagine a society in which the majority of the population, that is to say, its laborers, will have almost as much leisure as in earlier times was enjoyed by the aristocracy. When one recalls how aristocracies in the past actually behaved, the prospect is not cheerful.

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep