Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.

We need not despair even in our worst, for our failures are forgiven. The only fatal thing is to sit down content with anything less than perfection.

We want, in fact, not so much a father in heaven as a grandfather in heaven: a senile benevolence who, as they say, "liked to see young people enjoying themselves" and whose plan for the universe was simply that it might be truly said at the end of each day, "a good time was had by all."

If you examined a hundred people who had lost their faith in Christianity, I wonder how many of them would turn out to have reasoned out of it by honest argument? Do not most people simply drift away?

The value of the individual does not lie in him. He receives it by union with Christ.

All Hell is smaller than one pebble of your earthly world; but it is smaller than one atom of this world, the Real World.

Be sure that the ins and outs of your individuality are no mystery to Him; and one day they will no longer be a mystery to you.