I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.

Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.

Nobody can always have devout feelings: and even if we could, feelings are not what God principally cares about.

Good and evil both increase at compound interest.

...If you give such a creature two blows with a whip, there are, indeed, two pains: but there is no co-ordinating self which can recognise that 'I have had two pains'.

To be stories at all they must be a series of events: but it must be understood that this series - the plot, as we call it - is only really a new whereby to catch something else.