and the whole forest would give itself up to jollification for weeks on end.

Be confident small immortals. You are not the only voice that all things utter, nor is there eternal silence in the places where you cannot come.

If one could run without getting tired I don't think one would often want to do anything else.

We all appear as dunces when feigning an interest in things we care nothing about.

When the voice of your friend or the page of your book sinks into democratic equality with the pattern of the wallpaper, the feel of your clothes, your memory of last night, and the noises from the road, you are falling asleep. The highly selective consciousness enjoyed by fully alert men, with all its builded sentiments and consecrated ideals, has as much to be called real as the drowsy chaos, and more.

The safest road to hell is the gradual one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.

I think that if God forgives us we must forgive ourselves. Otherwise, it is almost like setting up ourselves as a higher tribunal than Him.