Every single human being should be the fulfilment of a prophecy: for every human being should be the realisation of some ideal, either in the mind of God or in the mind of man.
A man cannot always be estimated by what he does. He may keep the law, and yet be worthless. He may break the law, and yet be fine. He may be bad, without ever doing anything bad. He may commit a sin against society, and yet realise through that sin his true perfection.
Through the chambers of the brain sweep phantoms more terrible than reality itself.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
He had that rarest of all things, common sense.
Cecily is the sweetest, dearest, prettiest girl in the whole world. And I don't care twopence about social possibilities.