He wants them to learn to walk and must therefore take away His hand.

Prosperity knits a man to the world. He feels that he is finding his place in it, while really it is finding its place in him.

Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.

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."

The doors of hell are locked from the inside!

...this new idea of cure instead of punishment, so humane in seeming, had in fact deprived the criminal of all rights and by taking away the name Punishment made the thing infinite.

A God. The God. One word can make all the difference in the world.