I find that when I think I am asking God to forgive me I am often in reality. . . asking Him not to forgive me but to excuse me.

We 'have all we want' is a terrible saying when 'all' does not include God. We find God an interruption. As St. Augustine says somewhere, 'God wants to give us something, but cannot, because our hands are full - there's nowhere for Him to put it.'

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

A blessed spirit is a mould ever more and more patient of the bright metal poured into it, a body ever more completely uncovered to the meridian blaze of the spiritual sun.

We make men without chests and expect from them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.

When we are lost in the woods, the sight of a signpost is a great matter.

Nobody who gets enough food and clothing in a world where most are hungry and cold has any business to talk about 'misery.'