Gratitude looks to the Past and love to the Present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead.

If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.

The point is that for our ancestors, the universe was a picture; for modern physics it is a story.

The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them,and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols,breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.

I have been feeling very much lately that cheerful insecurity is what our Lord asks of us.

Further up and further in!

The proper rewards are not simply tacked on to the activity for which they are given, but are the activity itself in consummation.