I am struck here by the curious mixture of justice and injustice in our lives. We are blamed for our real faults but usually not on the right occasions.

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

Obedience is the road to freedom, humility the road to pleasure, unity the road to personality.

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.

We are not merely imperfect creatures who must be improved; we are rebels who must lay down our arms.

[The decay of Logic results from an] untroubled assumption that the particular is real and the universal is not.

Love is unselfishly choosing for another's highest good.