Theology offers you a working arrangement, which leaves the scientist free to continue his experiments and the Christian to continue his prayers.

I expect you have seen someone put a a lighted match to a bit of newspaper which is propped up in a grate against an unlit fire. And for a second nothing seems to have happened; and then you notice a tiny steak of flame creeping along the edged of the newspaper. It was like that now.

If we really think that home is elsewhere and that this life is a wandering to find home, why should we not look forward to the arrival?

I do not expect old heads on young shoulders.

For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? But if a spiral, am I going up or down it? How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, "I never realized my loss till this moment"? The same leg is cut off time after time.

Your patient has become humble; have you drawn his attention to the fact? All virtues are less formidable to us once the man is aware that he has them, but this is specially true of humility.

Whenever a person dwells chiefly, or even frequently, on the faults of other people's religions, he is in a bad condition.