the Divine Nature wounds and perhaps destroys us merely by being what it is.

To move with the times is, of course, to go where all times go.

We treat our dogs as if they were "almost human": that is why they really become "almost human" in the end.

The man who truly and disinterestedly enjoys any one thing in the world, for its own sake, and without caring two-pence what other people say about it, is by that very fact forewarmed against some of our subtlest modes of attack.

Human beings, all over the earth, have this curious idea that they ought to believe in a certain way, and can't really get rid of it.

If you think of this world as a place intended simply for our happiness, you find it quite intolerable: think of it as a place of training and correction and it's not so bad.

Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.