... once you get beyond the crust of the first pang it is all the same and you can easily bear it. It is just the transition from painlessness to pain that is so terrible.

Why is life speeded up so? Why are things so terribly, unbearably precious that you can't enjoy them but can only wait breathless in dread of their going?

there is no sin punished more implacably by nature than the sin of resistance to change.

Duration is not a test of truth or falsehood.

It's funny how you can be mad at someone one moment and want to hug them the next.

God may want you to be the answer to your own prayer.

Love is a force. . . . It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product. It is a power, like money, or steam or electricity. It is valueless unless you can give something else by means of it.