The Enemy wants to bring the man to a state of mind in which he could design the best cathedral in the world, and know it to be the best, and rejoice in the fact, without being any more (or less) or otherwise glad at having done it than he would be if it had been done by another. The Enemy wants him, in the end, to be so free from any bias in his own favour that he can rejoice in his own talents as frankly and gratefully as in his neighbour's talents--or in a sunrise, an elephant, or a waterfall.

Our passions are not too strong, they are too weak. We are far too easily pleased.

The fundamental laws are in the long run merely statements that every event is itself and not some different event.

The grave and the image are equally links with the irrecoverable and symbols for the unimaginable.

I know all about the despair of overcoming chronic temptation. It is not serious, provided self-offended petulance, annoyance at breaking records, impatience, etc., don't get the upper hand. No amount of falls will really undo us if we keep picking ourselves up each time...The only fatal thing is to lose one's temper and give up.

The modern idea of a Great Man is one who stands at the lonely extremity of some single line of development--

The great thing to remember is that though our feelings come and go God's love for us does not.