The happiness which God designs for his higher creatures is the happiness of being freely, voluntarily united to him.

It is quite useless knocking at the door of heaven for earthly comfort. It's not the sort of comfort they supply there.

The perfect church service would be one we were almost unaware of. Our attention would have been on God.

We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge-the last thing we know before things become too swift for us.

Ah, you've come over the water. Powerful wet stuff, ain't it?

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.

But probably every age gets, within certain limits, the science it deserves.