Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . ."

Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are ‘patches of Godlight’ in the woods of our experience.

It is by human avarice or human stupidity, not by the churlishness of nature, that we have poverty and overwork.

I am a product [...of] endless books.

Christian theology can fit in science, art, morality, and the sub-Christian religious. The scientific point of view cannot fit any of these things, not even science itself.

The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles but to irrigate deserts. The right defence against false sentiments is to inculcate just sentiments. By starving the sensibility of our pupils we only make them easier prey to the propagandist when he comes. For famished nature will be avenged and a hard heart is no infallible protection against a soft head.

Knock and it shall be opened.' But does knocking mean hammering and kicking the door like a maniac?