I haven't any language weak enough to depict the weakness of my spiritual life. If I weakened it enough it would cease to be language at all. As when you try to turn the gas-ring a little lower still, and it merely goes out.

We have not long to live in any event. Let us spend what is left in seeking the unpeopled world behind the sunrise.

All shall be done, but it may be harder than you think.

You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you.

Liking an author may be as involuntary and improbable as falling in love.

You find out more about God from the Moral Law than from the univerise in general just as you find out more about a man by listening to his conversation than by looking at a house he has built.

Vanity is really the least bad and most pardonable sort. The vain person wants praise, applause, admiration too much and is always angling for it. It is a fault, but a childlike and even (in an odd way) a humble fault. It shows that you are not yet completely contented with your own admiration. You value other people enough to want them to look at you. You are in fact still human.