When one looks into the window of a store which sells devotional art objects, one can't help wishing the iconoclasts had won.

There are not many English novels which deserve to be called great: Parade's End is one of them.

We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don't know.

Beloved, we are always in the wrong, Handling so clumsily our stupid lives, Suffering too little or too long, Too careful even in our selfish loves: The decorative manias we obey Die in grimaces round us every day, Yet through their tohu-bohu comes a voice Which utters an absurd command - Rejoice.

It takes little talent to see what lies under one's nose, a good deal to know in what direction to point that organ.

Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow.

The most difficult problem in personal knowledge, whether of oneself or of others, is the problem of guessing when to think as a historian and when to think as an anthropologist.