Intelligence is a moral category.

The recent past always presents itself as if destroyed by catastrophes.

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.

No harm comes to man from outside alone: dumbness is the objective spirit.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

It would no doubt be very sentimental to argue - but I would argue it nevertheless - that the peculiar combination of joy and sadness in bell music - both of clock chimes, and of change-ringing - is very typical of England. It is of a piece with the irony in which English people habitually address one another.

Thy love is singular when all thy delight is in Jesus Christ and in no other thing finds joy and comfort.

When you take out individual initiative, individual responsibility, and the hope that every individual is born with, to better their lives, to climb the economic ladder, to pursue happiness, that is, in fact, a neoslavery.