Death opens a door out of a little, dark room (that's all the life we have known before it) into a great, real place where the true sun shines and we shall meet.

Much is expected from those to whom much is given.

Yes, pride is a perpetual nagging temptation. Keep on knocking it on the head, but don't be too worried about it. As long as one knows one is proud, one is safe from the worst form of pride.

We want, in fact, not so much a father in heaven as a grandfather in heaven: a senile benevolence who, as they say, "liked to see young people enjoying themselves" and whose plan for the universe was simply that it might be truly said at the end of each day, "a good time was had by all."

Where, except in the present, can the eternal be met?

It seems to me that we often, almost sulkily, reject the good that God offers us because, at that moment, we expected some other good.

It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies.