Humour is...the all-consoling and...the all-excusing, grace of life.

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

Our passions are not too strong, they are too weak. We are far too easily pleased.

If education is beaten by training, civilization dies.

Be confident small immortals. You are not the only voice that all things utter, nor is there eternal silence in the places where you cannot come.

Now the story of Christ is simply a true myth: a myth working on us the same way as the others, but with this tremendous difference that it really happened: and one must be content to accept it in the same way, remembering that it is God’s myth where the others are men’s myths: i.e., the Pagan stories are God expressing Himself through the minds of poets, using such images as He found there, while Christianity is God expressing Himself through what we call 'real things'.

Remember that all worlds draw to an end and that noble death is a treasure which no one is too poor to buy.