We do not want to merely “see” beauty. We want to be united with it, to receive it into ourselves, to become part of it.

I desired dragons with a profound desire.

If God were a Kantian, who would not have us till we came to Him from the purest and best motives, who could be saved?

Give up yourself, and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it.

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.

For He (God) seems to do nothing of himself which He can possibly delegate to His creatures.

It's not a question of God 'sending' us to Hell. In each of us there is something growing up which will of itself be Hell unless it is nipped in the bud.