The return from the walk, and the arrival of tea, should be exactly coincident, and not later than a quarter past four.

As long as you are proud, you cannot know God.

It is so fatally easy to confuse an aesthetic appreciation of the spiritual life with the life itself-to dream that you have waked, washed, and dressed and then to find yourself still in bed.

The heart of Christianity is a myth which is also a fact. The old myth of the Dying God, without ceasing to be a myth, comes down from the heaven of legend and imagination to the earth of history.

Ye cannot know eternal reality by a definition. Time itself, and all the acts and events that fill time are the definition, and it must be lived.

Human intellect is incurably abstract.

We are born helpless. As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness.