We are born helpless. As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness. We need others physically, emotionally, and intellectually. We need them if we are to know anything, even ourselves.

A blessed spirit is a mould ever more and more patient of the bright metal poured into it, a body ever more completely uncovered to the meridian blaze of the spiritual sun.

Above all, do not attempt to use science (I mean, the real sciences) as a defence against Christianity. They will positively encourage him to think about realities he can’t touch and see.

Some people talk as if meeting the gaze of absolute goodness would be fun. They need to think again.

I do not think that all who choose wrong roads perish; but their rescue consists in being put back on the right road.

Whenever a person dwells chiefly, or even frequently, on the faults of other people's religions, he is in a bad condition.

In coming to understand anything we are rejecting the facts as they are for us in favour of the facts as they are.