The problem of reconciling human suffering with the existence of a God who loves, is only insoluble so long as we attach a trivial meaning to the word "love."

When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in its place.

Here at last is the thing I was made for.

Your people eat dry and tasteless flesh but it is off plates as smooth as ivory and as round as the sun.

The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions of one's 'own,' or 'real' life. The truth is of course that what one calls the interruptions are precisely one's real life -- the life God is sending one day by day.

Devils are depicted with bats' wings and good angels with birds' wings, not because anyone holds that moral deterioration would be likely to turn feathers into membrane, but because most men like birds better than bats.

The sane would do no good if they made themselves mad to help madmen.