Friendship is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others.

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.

Some have paid me an undeserved compliment by supposing that my Letters were the ripe fruit of many years' study in moral and ascetic theology. They forgot that there is an equally reliable, though less creditable, way of learning how temptation works.

Look for the valleys, the green places, and fly through them. There will always be a way through.

If you examined a hundred people who had lost their faith in Christianity, I wonder how many of them would turn out to have reasoned out of it by honest argument? Do not most people simply drift away?

No Christian and, indeed, no historian could accept the epigram which defines religion as 'what a man does with his solitude.'

If one could run without getting tired I don't think one would often want to do anything else.