The fashions of the ages vary in this direction and that, but they vary for the most part from a central road which was struck out by the imagination of Greece.

Greek was very much a live language, and a language still unconscious of grammar, not, like ours, dominated by definitions and trained upon dictionaries.

Few of the great works of ancient Greek literature are easy reading.

Sometimes Aristotle analyses his terms, but very often he takes them for granted; and in the latter case, I think, he is sometimes deceived by them.

It is doubtless one of Aristotle's great services that he conceived so clearly the truth that literature is a thing that grows and has a history.

The fact is that much misunderstanding is often caused by our modern attempts to limit too strictly the meaning of a Greek word.

Here we stand between two eternities of darkness. What are we to do with this glory while it is still ours?

We're all the same in the dark.

No matter what measures are taken, doctors will sometimes falter, and it isn't reasonable to ask that we achieve perfection. What is reasonable is to ask that we never cease to aim for it.

The human emotions are worthy of nothing when our existence has no realistic value.

Once a Catholic always a Catholic.

The church is precisely that against which Jesus preached -- and against which he taught his disciples to fight.

What if the genetically superior male is actually a bit of a dickhead?

There is one thing where people are always right. It is when they are describing what they have been feeling when watching your film. You cannot say: No, you did not feel like that!

I refuse to make a decision that somebody else can make. The first rule of leadership is to save yourself for the big decision. Don't allow your mind to become cluttered.

It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it - it wasn't Will's. It was mine.