Actually it seems to me that one can hardly say anything either bad enough or good enough about life.

A man may have to die for our country: but no man must, in any exclusive sense, live for his country. He who surrenders himself without reservation to the temporal claims of a nation, or a party, or a class is rendering to Caesar that which, of all things, most emphatically belongs to God: himself.

They did nothing wrong their time here has ended

His face had become very red and his mouth and fingers were sticky. He did not look either clever or handsome, whatever the Queen might say.

All mortals tend to turn into the thing they are pretending to be. This is elementary

If you want to get warm you must stand near the fire: if you want to be wet you must get into the water. If you want joy, power, peace, eternal life, you must get close to, or even into, the thing that has them. They are not a sort of prize which God could, if He chose, just hand out to anyone.

It is always the novice who exaggerates.