“Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.”

There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, “I do enjoy myself”, or , “I am horrified,” we are insincere.

Think before you speak is criticism’s motto; speak before you think, creation’s.

One has two duties – to be worried and not to be worried.

To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.

Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown

Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible. I dislike the stuff. I do not believe in it, for its own sake, at all… My lawgivers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.

The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.

It isn’t possible to love and to part.

You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.

Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.

It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons.

People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.

The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.

Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “…There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.

She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.

It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.

Science is not a sacred cow. Science is a horse. Don’t worship it. Feed it. [Addressing a group of prospective contributors to an Israeli scientific research program]

Water me like a flower, I will feed you like the sun.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

How many gifts and graces You have given me! How many favors You have fed me from your hand! I look for your love in all directions, then suddenly its blessing burns in me.

Why is it that farmworkers feed the nation but they can’t get food stamps?

Don’t feed yourself up with personal growth tips when you are not ready for it.

It is not the finest wood that feeds the fire of Divine love, but the wood of the Cross.

If someone hates your guts, feed it to them if someone loves your guts, they’re probably a zombie.