...though Nothing Is Damaged, Everything Is Changed.

... There Are Shadows Because There Are Hills.

It Is The Starved Imagination, Not The Well Nourished, That Is Afraid.

Letters Have To Pass Two Tests Before They Can Be Classed As Good: They Must Express The Personality Both Of The Writer And Of The Recipient.

The Idea That Nations Should Love One Another, Or That Business Concerns Or Marketing Boards Should Love One Another, Or That A Man In Portugal Should Love A Man In Peru Of Whom He Has Never Heard -it Is Absurd, Unreal, Dangerous. The Fact Is We Can Only Love What We Know Personally. And We Cannot Know Much.

Faith, To My Mind, Is A Stiffening Process, A Sort Of Mental Starch.