History, history! We fools, what do we know or care.

No ideas but in things.

I think these days when there is so little to believe in——when the old loyalties——God, country, and the hope of Heaven——aren't very real, we are more dependent than we should be on our friends. The only thing left to believe in——someone who seems beautiful.

What power has love but forgiveness? In other words by its intervention what has been done can be undone. What good is it otherwise?

The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.

As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.

Either I exist or I do not exist, and no amount of pap which I happen to be lapping can dull me to the loss.