I have seen something like it happen in battle. A man was coming at me, I at him, to kill. Then came a sudden great gust of wind that wrapped out cloaks over our swords and almost over our eyes, so that we could do nothing to one another but must fight the wind itself. And that ridiculous contention, so foreign to the business we were on, set us both laughing, face to face - friends for a moment - and then at once enemies again and forever.

Even in this world of course it is the stupidest children who are most childish and the stupidest grown-ups who are most grown-up.

And how could we endure to live and let time pass if we were always crying for one day or one year to come back--if we did not know that every day in a life fills the whole life with expectation and memory and that these are that day?

He who has God and everything else has no more than he who has God only.

The higher the stakes, the greater the temptation to lose your temper.

The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and His compulsion is our liberation.

I believe in Christianity as I believe the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.