You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.

God has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.

A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, Hmán, as if pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing.

Before we can be cured we must want to be cured. Those who really wish for help will get it; but for many modern people even the wish is difficult.

Ah, you've come over the water. Powerful wet stuff, ain't it?

The fact that our heart yearns for something Earth can't supply is proof that Heaven must be our home.

And yet all loneliness, angers, hatreds, envies, and itchings that it contains, if rolled into one single experience and put into the scale against the least moment of the joy that is felt by the least in Heaven, would have no weight that could be registered at all. Bad cannot succeed even in being bad as truly as good is good.