Fallen man is not simply an imperfect creature who needs improvement: he is a rebel who must lay down his arms.

All their life in this world and all their adventures had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.

Redeemed humanity is still young, it has hardly come to its full strength. But already there is joy enough in the little finger of a great saint such as yonder lady to waken all the dead things of the universe into life.

The longer we stay in Hell, the more we become attached to it.

We have not long to live in any event. Let us spend what is left in seeking the unpeopled world behind the sunrise.

We are finite and God will not call us everywhere or to support every worthy cause. And real needs are not far from us.

Never, in peace or war, commit your virtue or your happiness to the future. Happy work is best done by the man who takes his long-term plans somewhat lightly and works from moment to moment 'as to the Lord.' It is only our daily bread that we are encouraged to ask for. The present is the only time in which any duty can be done or any grace received.