We have a strange illusion that mere time cancels sin. I have heard others, and I have heard myself, recounting cruelties and falsehoods committed in boyhood as if they were no concern of the present speaker's, and even with laughter. But mere time does nothing either to the fact or to the guilt of a sin. The guilt is washed out not by time but by repentance and the blood of Christ: if we have repented these early sins we should remember the price of our forgiveness and be humble.

The point is that for our ancestors, the universe was a picture; for modern physics it is a story.

Those of us who are blamed when old for reading childish books were blamed when children for reading books too old for us.

With my mother's death all settled happiness, all that was tranquil and reliable, disappeared from my life. There was to be much fun, many pleasures, many stabs of Joy; but no more of the old security. It was sea and islands now; the great continent had sunk like Atlantis.

100 per cent of us die, and the percentage cannot be increased.

No good work is done anywhere without aid from the Father of Lights.

Man does not have a soul. He is a soul. He has a body.