If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.

There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.

Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.

Night is a room darkened for lovers. . . .

What a strange world this would be if we all had the same sense of humor.

Virtually the only subject in which one could ever get a scholarship to Oxford or Cambridge was classics. So I went to Oxford to study classics and, unlike Cambridge, it had a philosophy component, and I became completely transported by it.