You and I who still enjoy fairy tales have less reason to wish actual childhood back. We have kept its pleasures and added some grown-up ones as well.

You cannot love a fellow creature fully till you love God.

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

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.

Good, as it ripens, becomes continually more different not only from evil but from other good.

True friends don’t spend time gazing into each other’s eyes. They may show great tenderness towards each other but they face in the same direction - toward common projects, goals - above all, towards a common Lord.

If a man is going to write on chemistry, he learns chemistry. The same is true of Christianity.