“A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.”

The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.

For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.

Early morning does not mince words.

Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.

Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.

For who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!

As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.

And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute’s profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.

Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!

The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.

The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.

To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.

It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.

Art is the one form of human energy in the whole world, which really works for union, and destroys the barriers between man and man.

There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds.

Canonise ‘business success,’ and men who made a success like that of the Standard Oil Trust become national heroes!

After the planet becomes theirs, many millions of years will have to pass before a beetle particularly loved by God, at the end of its calculations will find written on a sheet of paper in letters of fire that energy is equal to the mass multiplied by the square of the velocity of light.

My dream was to become a rec league coach. I love basketball so much,

I want to make sure I am still here to make sure my two young [sons] become men.

In a country like South Africa, writers have nuisance value, because those of us who have become known overseas have certainly helped to inform people about what life is like there.

When I was young, I never wanted to leave the court until I got things exactly correct. My dream was to become a pro.

Science, Nietzsche had warned, is becoming a factory, and the result will be ethical nihilism.

The caged eagle become a metaphor for all forms of isolation, the ultimate in imprisonment. A zoo is prison.