He who has not forgiven an enemy has never yet tasted one of the most sublime enjoyments of life.

Few men looked on her without becoming, in a certain fashion, her lovers. But it was the kind of love that made them not less true, but truer, to their own wives.

Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.

All their life in this world and all their adventures had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.

I became my own only when I gave myself to Another.

The proper good of a creature is to surrender itself to its Creator—to enact intellectually, volitionally, and emotionally, that relationship which is given in the mere fact of its being a creature. When it does so, it is good and happy.

And there's one thing about this underground work, we shan't get any rain.