To move with the times is, of course, to go where all times go.

Enough had been thought, and said, and felt, and imagined. It was about time that something should be done.

The moment you wake up each morning, all your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists in shoving it all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other, larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in.

The prayer preceding all prayers is 'May it be the real I who speaks. May it be the real Thou that I speak to.'

It is so fatally easy to confuse an aesthetic appreciation of the spiritual life with the life itself-to dream that you have waked, washed, and dressed and then to find yourself still in bed.

The only safe rule is to give more than we can spare. Our charities should pinch and hamper us. If we live at the same level of affluence as other people who have our level of income, we are probably giving away too little.

Nobody who gets enough food and clothing in a world where most are hungry and cold has any business to talk about 'misery.'