I begin to suspect that the world is divided not only into the happy and the unhappy, but into those who like happiness and those who, odd as it seems, really don't.

Authority exercised with humility, and obedience accepted with delight are the very lines along which our spirits live.

If crime and disease are to be regarded as the same thing, it follows that any state of mind which our masters choose to call 'disease' can be treated as a crime and compulsorily cured.

We were made to be neither cerebral men nor visceral men, but Men. Not beasts nor angels but Men - things at once rational and animal.

If God is Love, He is, by definition, something more than mere kindness.

No time for better words, no time to unsay anything. -Til We Have Faces

Heaven offers nothing that a mercenary soul can desire.