Every joy is beyond all others.

We were made to be neither cerebral men nor visceral men, but Men. Not beasts nor angels but Men - things at once rational and animal.

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.

To interest is the first duty of art; no other excellences will ever begin to compensate for failure in this.

Even in this world of course it is the stupidest children who are most childish and the stupidest grown-ups who are most grown-up.

A man who is eating or lying with his wife or preparing to go to sleep in humility, thankfulness and temperance, is, by Christian standards, in an infinitely higher state than one who is listening to Bach or reading Plato in a state of pride.

The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and His compulsion is our liberation.