Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

In dreams begin responsibilitiy.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.

...How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face... "When You Are Old And Gray

It seems to me that true love is a discipline.

All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.