A world of automata – of creatures that worked like machines – would hardly be worth creating.

The very nature of Joy makes nonsense of our common distinction between having and wanting.

The Church exists for nothing else but to draw men into Christ.

Whenever we find that our religious life is making us feel that we are good - above all, that we are better than someone else - I think we may be sure that we are being acted on, not by God, but by the devil.

In Science we have been reading only the notes to a poem; in Christianity we find the poem itself.

When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?

I believe that if a million chances were likely to do good, they would be given.