Good, as it ripens, becomes continually more different not only from evil but from other good.

What seem our worst prayers may really be, in God's eyes, our best. Those, I mean, which are least supported by devotional feeling. For these may come from a deeper level than feeling. God sometimes seems to speak to us most intimately when he catches us, as it were, off our guard.

If our deepest desires cannot be satisfied in this world, then we must have been made for another world.

With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere.

When golden moments come, when God enables one really to pray without words, who but a fool would reject the gift?

Forgiving and being forgiven are two names for the same thing. The important thing is that a discord has been resolved.

Our passions are not too strong, they are too weak. We are far too easily pleased.