Friends are like coals in a fire - together, they glow; apart, they grow cold.

Friendship is the greatest of worldly goods. Certainly to me it is the chief happiness of life.

We are not the playwright, we are not the producer, we are not even the audience. We are on the stage.

Dearest Daughter. I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.

...we sacrifice other species to our own not because our own has any objective metaphysical privilege over others, but simply because it is ours. It may be very natural to have this loyalty to our own species, but let us hear no more from the naturalists about the "sentimentality" of anti-vivisectionists. If loyalty to our own species - preference for man simply because we are men - is not sentiment, then what is?

Something deep in the human heart breaks at the thought of a life of mediocrity.

I think we must attack -- wherever we meet it -- the nonsensical idea that mutually exclusive propositions about God can both be true.