We who have been true readers all our life fully realize the enormous of our being which we owe to authors.

If I had really cared as I thought I did about the sorrows of the world I should not have been so overwhelmed when my own sorrow came- I thought I trusted the rope until it mattered to me whether it would bear me, now it matters and I find I didn't.

Grief ... gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down. I yawn, I fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness.

Look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in

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

[the difference between the old and the new education being] in a word, the old was a kind of propagation-men transmitting manhood to men; the new is merely propaganda.

The good man's past begins to change so that his forgiven sins and remembered sorrows take on the quality of Heaven.