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

It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.

People who bore one another should meet seldom; people who interest one another, often.

We are finite and God will not call us everywhere or to support every worthy cause. And real needs are not far from us.

They did nothing wrong their time here has ended

You must therefore zealously guard in his mind the curious assumption 'My time is my own'. Let him have the feeling that he starts each day as the lawful possessor of twenty-four hours. Let him feel as a grievous tax that portion of this property which he has to make over to him employers, and as a generous donation that further portion which h allows to religious duties. But what he must never be permitted to doubt is that the total from which these deductions have been made was, in some mysterious sense, his own personal birthright.

There is no neutral ground in the universe. Every square inch, every split second is claimed by God, and counterclaimed by Satan.