Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

We are not the playwright, we are not the producer, we are not even the audience. We are on the stage.

The old field of space, time, matter, and the senses is to be weeded, dug, and sown for a new crop. We may be tired of that old field: God is not.

The humans live in time but our Enemy destines them to eternity. He therefore, I believe, wants them to attend chiefly to two things, to eternity itself, and to that point of time which they call the Present. For the Present is the point at which time touches eternity. Of the present moment, and of it only, humans have an experience analogous to the experience which our Enemy has of reality of whole; in it alone freedom and actuality are offered to them.

We have lost the invaluable faculty of being shocked a faculty which has hitherto almost distinguished the Man or Woman from the beast or child.

Without the aid of trained emotions the intellect is powerless against the animal organism.