The love of knowledge is a kind of madness.

The incalculable winds of fantasy and music and poetry, the mere face of a girl, the song of a bird, or the sight of a horizon, are always blowing evil’s whole structure away.

Disobedience to conscience is voluntary; bad poetry, on the other hand, is usually not made on purpose.

Yes, pride is a perpetual nagging temptation. Keep on knocking it on the head, but don't be too worried about it. As long as one knows one is proud, one is safe from the worst form of pride.

Human beings, all over the earth, have this curious idea that they ought to believe in a certain way, and can't really get rid of it.

In commanding us to glorify Him, God is inviting us to enjoy Him.

Where, except in the present, can the eternal be met?