But in reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad eyes, but it is still I who see. Here, as in worship, in love, in moral action, and in knowing, I transcend myself; and am never more myself than when I do.

I read in a periodical the other day that the fundamental thing is how we think of God. By God Himself, it is not! How God thinks of us is not only more important, but infinitely more important.

The longer we stay in Hell, the more we become attached to it.

If we ignore it the truth that God is love may slyly come to mean for us the converse, that love is God.

Autumn is really the best of the seasons

Everyone feels benevolent if nothing happens to be annoying him at the moment.

A glimpse is not a vision. But to a man on a mountain road by night, a glimpse of the next three feet of road may matter more than a vision of the horizon.