The very nature of Joy makes nonsense of our common distinction between having and wanting.

Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.

I wonder if people who asked for God to intervene in our world, really know what they are asking. Will they want to be there when God really does intervene?

Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes—like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night —little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end.

No mind is so good that it does not need another mind to counter and equal it, and to save it from conceit and bigotry and folly

But probably every age gets, within certain limits, the science it deserves.

Whatever men expect, they soon come to think they have a right to; the sense of disappointment can, with very little skill on our part, be turned into a sense of injury. (senior devil speaking)