Pleasure that is its own pursuit is always bad pleasure.

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

But probably every age gets, within certain limits, the science it deserves.

We are...a Divine work of art, something that God is making...something with which He will not be satisfied until it has a certain character.

Don't judge a man by where he is, because you don't know how far he has come.

If God thinks this state of war in the universe is a price worth paying for free will--that is, for making a live world in which creatures can do real good or harm and something of real importance of real importance can happen, instead of a toy world which only moves when He pulls the strings--then we may take it it is worth paying.

No natural feelings are high or low, holy or unholy, in themselves. They are all holy when God's hand is on the rein. They all go bad when they set up on their own and make themselves into false gods.