If people knew how much ill-feeling unselfishness occasions, it would not be so often recommended from the pulpit.

All joy... emphasizes our pilgrim status; always reminds, beckons, awakens desire. Our best havings are wantings.

Adventures are never fun while you're having them.

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

Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.

We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.

God is not merely good, but goodness; goodness is not merely divine, but God.