Provocation doesn't make me ill-tempered: it only shows me how ill-tempered I am.

The old field of space, time, matter, and the senses is to be weeded, dug, and sown for a new crop. We may be tired of that old field: God is not.

Don't say it was delightful; make us say delightful when we've read the description. You see, all those words (horrifying, wonderful, hideous, exquisite) are only like saying to your readers Please will you do the job for me.

Clearly one must read every good book at least once every ten years.

Good beats upon the damned incessantly as sound waves beat on the ears of the deaf, but they cannot receive it. Their fists are clenched, their teeth are clenched, their eyes fast shut. First they will not, in the end they cannot, open their hands for gifts, or their mouth for food, or their eyes to see.

Friendship is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others.

The discomfiture we feel may be our most accurate human sensation; reminding us we are not quite "at home" here.