There are no ordinary people.. it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit.

Most people don't need to be taught, they need only to be reminded

When golden moments come, when God enables one really to pray without words, who but a fool would reject the gift?

The more we get what we now call 'ourselves' out of the way and let Him take us over, the more truly ourselves we become.

This is our dilemma--either to taste and not to know or to know and not to taste--or, more strictly, to lack one kind of knowledge because we are in an experience or to lack another kind because we are outside it. [. . .] Of this tragic dilemma myth is the partial solution. In the enjoyment of a great myth we come nearest to experiencing as a concrete what can otherwise be understood only as an abstraction.

Grief is like a bomber circling round and dropping its bombs each time the circle brings it overhead; physical pain is like the steady barrage on a trench in World War One, hours if it with no let-up for a moment. Thought is never static pain often is... is it not yet enough?

Oh, Adam’s sons, how cleverly you defend yourselves against all that might do you good!