Personal relations are the important thing for ever and ever, and not this outer life of telegrams and anger.

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.

Oxford is Oxford: not a mere receptacle for youth, like Cambridge. Perhaps it wants its inmates to love it rather than to love one another.

The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much. In public affairs, in the rebuilding of civilization, something less dramatic and emotional is needed, namely tolerance.

One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.