And out of that hopeless attempt has come nearly all that we call human history—money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery—the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.

The imagined beings have their insides on the outside; they are visible souls. And man as a whole, Man pitted against the universe, have we seen him at all till we see that he is like a hero in a fairy tale?

The great thing to remember is that though our feelings come and go God's love for us does not.

When they have really learned to love their neighbours as themselves, they will be allowed to love themselves as their neighbours.

Liking an author may be as involuntary and improbable as falling in love.

We all want progress, but if you're on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; in that case, the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive.

True humility is more like self-forgetfulness than false modesty.