One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting everyone else to give it up.

We need not despair even in our worst, for our failures are forgiven. The only fatal thing is to sit down content with anything less than perfection.

Every uncorrected error and unrepented sin is, in its own right, a fountain of fresh error and fresh sin flowing on to the end of time.

Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

The moment good taste knows itself, some of its goodness is lost.

If we ignore it the truth that God is love may slyly come to mean for us the converse, that love is God.

The man can neither man, nor retain, one moment of time; it all comes to him by pure gift; he might as well regard the sun and moon as his chattels.