The tragedy of love is indifference.

In religion above all things the only thing of use is an objective truth. The only God that is of use is a being who is personal, supreme and good, and whose existence is as certain as that two and two make four.

Was it necessary to tell me that you wanted nothing in the world but me?' The corners of his mouth drooped peevishly. Oh, my dear, it's rather hard to take quite literally the things a man says when he's in love with you.' Didn't you mean them?' At the moment.

Clearly much that seemed valid seemed so only because he had been taught it from earliest youth.

But what is criticism? Criticism is purely destructive; anyone can destroy, but not everyone can build up.

The writer is more concerned to know than to judge.

There is nothing so degrading as the constant anxiety about one's means of livelihood.