Hell begins with a grumbling mood, always complaining, always blaming others.

Friends are seldom found; they are made.

Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.

All the time the joke is that the word "mine" in its fully possessive sense cannot be uttered by a human being about anything. In the long run either [Satan] or God will say "mine" of each thing that exists, and specially of each man.

When humans should have become as perfect in voluntary obedience as the inanimate creation is in its lifeless obedience, then they will put on its glory, or rather that greater glory of which Nature is only the first sketch.

Whenever you are fed up with life, start writing: ink is the great cure for all human ills, as I have found out long ago.

If we ignore it the truth that God is love may slyly come to mean for us the converse, that love is God.