One can regard the moral law as an illusion, and so cut himself off from the common ground of humanity.

All the delights of sense, or heart, or intellect, with which you could once have tempted him, even the delights of virtue itself, now seem to him in comparison but as the half nauseous attractions of a raddled harlot would seem to a man who hears that his true beloved whom he has loved all his life and whom he had believed to be dead is alive and even now at his door.

And the seriousness with which the other party takes my words always raises the doubt whether I have taken them seriously enough myself.

I prefer being honest to being 'honest to God.'

The proper good of a creature is to surrender itself to its Creator—to enact intellectually, volitionally, and emotionally, that relationship which is given in the mere fact of its being a creature. When it does so, it is good and happy.

You've no idea how good an old joke sounds when you take it out again after a rest of five or six hundred years.

Your book bill ought to be your biggest extravagance.