You're a mere chick. I remember you when you were a egg. Don't come trying to teach me, sir. Crabs and crumpets!

It seems to me that we often, almost sulkily, reject the good that God offers us because, at that moment, we expected some other good.

To please God… to be a real ingredient in the divine happiness… to be loved by God, not merely pitied, but delighted in as an artist delights in his work or a father in a son- it seems impossible, a weight or burden of glory which our thoughts can hardly sustain. But so it is.

The best swordsman in the world may be disarmed by a trick that's new to him.

The value of myth is that it takes all the things you know and restores to them the rich significance which has been hidden by the veil of familiarity.

That fierce imprisonment in the self is but the obverse of the self-giving which is absolute reality.

Those who tread 'adult' as a term of approval cannot hope to be considered adult themselves. When I became a man I put away childish things, along with the desire to be very grown up.