I don't want him to live forever, and I know that he's not going to live forever whether I want him to or not.

Prosperity knits a man to the world.

It is usual to speak in a playfully apologetic tone about one's adult enjoyment of what are called 'children's books.' I think the convention a silly one. No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally (and often far more) worth reading at the age of fifty-except, of course, books of information. The only imaginative works we ought to grow out of are those which it would have been better not to have read at all. A mature palate will probably not much care for crème de menthe: but it ought still to enjoy bread and butter and honey.

The New Testament does not envisage solitary religion; regular assembly for worship is everywhere in the epistles.

To the Ancients, Friendship seemed the happiest and most fully human of all loves... The modern world in comparison, ignores it.

Prosperity knits a man to the world. He feels that he is finding his place in it, while really it is finding its place in him.

Once when I had remarked on the affection quite often found between cat and dog, my friend replied, "Yes. But I bet no dog would ever confess it to the other dogs.