Nothing is really ours until we share it.

If you live for the next world, you get this one in the deal; but if you live only for this world, you lose them both.

Why should your heart not dance?

Men propound mathematical theorems in besieged cities, conduct metaphysical arguments in condemned cells, make jokes on the scaffold, discuss a new poem while advancing to the walls of Quebec, and comb their hair at Thermopylae. This is not panache; it is our nature.

One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting every one else to give it up. That is not the Christian way. An individual Christian may see fit to give up all sorts of things for special reasons--marriage, or meat, or beer, or the cinema; but the moment he starts saying the things are bad in themselves, or looking down his nose at other people who do use them, he has taken the wrong turning.

God wants a child's heart and a grownup's head.

If Christianity was something we were making up, of course we could make it easier. But it is not.