So many things--nay every real thing--is good if only it will be humble and ordinate.

It has actually become very necessary in our time to rebut the theory that every firm and serious friendship is really homosexual.

Monarchy can easily be "debunked," but watch the faces, mark well the debunkers. These are the men whose taproot in Eden has been cut: whom no rumour of the polyphony, the dance, can reach - men to whom pebbles laid in a row are more beautiful than an arch. Where men are forbidden to honour a king they honour millionaires, athletes or film stars instead: For spiritual nature, like bodily nature, will be served; deny it food and it will gobble poison.

Walking and talking are two very great pleasures, but it is a mistake to combine them. Our own noise blots out the sounds and silences of the outdoor world; and talking leads almost inevitably to smoking, and then farewell to nature as far as one of our senses is concerned. The only friend to walk with is one who so exactly shares your taste for each mood of the countryside that a glance, a halt, or at most a nudge, is enough to assure us that the pleasure is shared.

We come to Scripture not to learn a subject but to steep ourselves in a person.

All men alike stand condemned, not by alien codes of ethics, but by their own, and all men therefore are conscious of guilt.

It seems to me that we often, almost sulkily, reject the good that God offers us because, at that moment, we expected some other good.