We are told that Christ was killed for us, that His death has washed out our sins, and that by dying He disabled death itself. That is the formula. That is Christianity. That is what has to be believed.

While we are actually subjected to them, the 'moods' and 'spirits' of nature point no morals. Overwhelming gaiety, insupportable grandeur, sombre desolation are flung at you. Make what you can of them, if you must make at all. The only imperative that nature utters is, 'Look. Listen. Attend.

To get even near humility, even for a moment, is like a drink of cold water to a man in a desert.

Of all tyrannies a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive.

The doors of hell are locked from the inside!

All shall be done, but it may be harder than you think.

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.