The only palliative is to keep the clean sea breeze of the centuries blowing through our minds, and this can be done only by reading old books.

Delight is incomplete until it is expressed.

The Christian does not think God will love us because we are good, but that God will make us good because He loves us.

Hitherto the plans of the educationalists have achieved very little of what they attempted, and indeed we may well thank the beneficent obstinacy of real mothers, real nurses, and (above all) real children for preserving the human race in such sanity as it still possesses.

The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.

The longest way round is the shortest way home

War creates no absolutely new situation: it simply aggravates the permanent human situation so that we can no longer ignore it. Human life has always been lived on the edge of a precipice.