Democracy demands that little men should not take big ones too seriously; it dies when it is full of little men who think they are big themselves.

The question is not what we intended ourselves to be, but what He intended us to be when He made us.

Prayer does not change God; it changes me.

It is only our bad temper that we put down to being tired or worried or hungry; we put our good temper down to ourselves.

You die and die and then you are beyond death.

We shall draw nearer to God, not by trying to avoid the sufferings inherent in all loves, but by accepting them and offering them to Him; throwing away all defensive armour. If our hearts need to be broken, and if He chooses this as the way in which they should break, so be it.

All is summed up in the prayer which a young female human is said to have uttered recently: "O God, make me a normal twentieth-century girl!" Thanks to our labors, this will mean increasingly: "Make me a minx, a moron, and a parasite.