The moment you wake up each morning, all your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists in shoving it all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other, larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in.

I sometimes pray not for self-knowledge in general but for just so much self knowledge at the moment as I can bear and use at the moment; the little daily dose.

Ah, poor Pole. It's been to much for her, this last bit. Turned her head, I shouldn't wonder. She's beginning to see things.

If the world is meaningless, then so are we; if we mean something, we do not mean alone.

For in self-giving, if anywhere, we touch a rhythm not only of all creation but of all being.

It is a good rule after reading a new book, never to allow yourself another new one till you have read an old one in between.

You have not chosen one another, but I have chosen you for one another.