True humility is more like self-forgetfulness than false modesty.

Remember He is the artist and you are the picture. You can’t see it, you can't see your true self. So quietly submit to be painted.

Reasoning is never, like poetry, judged from the outside at all.

A spoiled saint, a Pharisee, an inquisitor, or a magician, makes better sport to Hell than a mere common tyrant or debauchee.

Aristotle said that some people were only fit to be slaves. I do not contradict him. But I reject slavery because I see no men fit to be masters.

If you picture Time as a straight line along which we have to travel, then you must think of God as the whole page on which the line is drawn.

Evil can be undone, but it cannot 'develop' into good. Time does not heal it. The spell must be unwound, bit by bit, 'with backward mutters of dissevering power' - or else not.