Never exaggerate. Never say more than you really mean.

The demand of the loveless and the self-imprisoned that they should be allowed to blackmail the universe: that till they consent to be happy (on their own terms) no one else shall taste joy: that theirs should be the final power; that Hell should be able to veto Heaven.

Very often what God first helps us towards is not the virtue itself but just this power of always trying again.

I have read the Aeneid through more often than I have read any long poem.

Who can endure a doctrine which would allow only dentists to say whether our teeth were aching, only cobblers to say whether our shoes hurt us, and only governments to tell us whether we were being well governed?

Of all bad men religious bad men are the worst.

You can't get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.