All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness.

This is where men, even the trustiest, fail us. Their heart is never so wholly given to any matter but that some trifle of a meal, or a drink, or a sleep, or a joke, or a girl, may come in between them and it, and then (even if you are a queen) you'll get no more good out of them until they've had their way.

Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves.

The people who keep asking if they can't lead a decent life without Christ, don't know what life is about; if they did they would know that 'a decent life' is mere machinery compared with the thing we men are really made for.

What we learn from experience depends on the kind of philosophy we bring to experience.

We must meet children as equals in that area of our nature where we are their equals...The child as reader is neither to be patronized nor idolized: we talk to him as man to man.

You do not fail in obedience through lack of love, but you have lost love because you never attempted obedience.