History is a story written by the finger of God.

We cannot fully understand the relations of time and choice until we are beyond both.

Whenever you are fed up with life, start writing: ink is the great cure for all human ills, as I have found out long ago.

All names will soon be restored to their proper owners.

Goodness is, so to speak, itself; badness is only spoiled goodness. And there must be something good first before it can be spoiled.

They say, 'The coward dies many times'; so does the beloved. Didn't the eagle find a fresh liver to tear in Prometheus every time it dined?

When humans should have become as perfect in voluntary obedience as the inanimate creation is in its lifeless obedience, then they will put on its glory, or rather that greater glory of which Nature is only the first sketch.