It is only in the lonely emergencies of life that our creed is tested: then routine maxims fail, and we fall back on our gods.

Out of time we cut 'days' and 'nights', 'summers' and 'winters.' We say what, each part of the sensible continuum is, and all these abstract whats are concepts. The intelletual life of man consists almost wholly in his substitution of a conceptual order for the persceptual order in which his experience originally comes.

Anything you may hold firmly in your imagination can be yours.

With mere good intentions hell is proverbially paved.

... the intellect, everywhere invasive, shows everywhere its shallowing effect.

As a rule reading fiction is as hard to me as trying to hit a target by hurling feathers at it. I need resistance to celebrate!

Man, biologically considered ... is simply the most formidable of all beasts of prey, and, indeed, the only one that preys systematically on its own kind.