In the midst of a world of light and love, of song and feast and dance, [Lucifer] could find nothing to think of more interesting than his own prestige.

Without the aid of trained emotions the intellect is powerless against the animal organism.

The love of knowledge is a kind of madness.

She's the sort of woman who lives for others - you can tell the others by their hunted expression.

For the Christian, there are, strictly speaking, no chances. A secret Master of the Ceremonies has been at work.

I am suffering incessant temptations to uncharitable thoughts at present; one of those black moods in which nearly all one's friends seem to be selfish or even false. And how terrible that there should be even a kind of pleasure in thinking evil.

It's so much easier to pray for a bore than to go and see one.