Love, in its own nature, demands the perfecting of the beloved.

The most valuable thing the Psalms do for me is to express the same delight in God which made David dance.

The idea which...shuts out the Second Coming from our minds, the idea of the world slowly ripening to perfection, is a myth, not a generalization from experience.

Tribulations cannot cease until God either sees us remade or sees that our remaking is now hopeless.

There must, whether the gods see it or not, be something great in the mortal soul. For suffering, it seems, is infinite, and our capacity without limit.

Whatever men expect, they soon come to think they have a right to; the sense of disappointment can, with very little skill on our part, be turned into a sense of injury. (senior devil speaking)

All mortals tend to turn into the thing they are pretending to be. This is elementary