Agnostics talk cheerfully of man's search for God but they might as well talk about the mouse's search for the cat.

That is the key to history. Terrific energy is expended - civilizations are built up - excellent institutions devised; but each time something goes wrong. Some fatal flaw always brings the selfish and cruel people to the top, and then it all slides back into misery and ruin. In fact, the machine conks. It seems to start up all right and runs a few yards, and then it breaks down.

This moment contains all moments.

A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you are looking down, you cannot see something that is above you.

If no set of moral ideas were truer or better than any other, there would be no sense in preferring civilised morality to savage morality.

You and I who still enjoy fairy tales have less reason to wish actual childhood back. We have kept its pleasures and added some grown-up ones as well.

In silence and in meditation on the eternal truths, I hear the voice of God which excites our hearts to greater love.