It is always the novice who exaggerates.

Will you come with me to the mountains? It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?

Hitherto the plans of the educationalists have achieved very little of what they attempted, and indeed we may well thank the beneficent obstinacy of real mothers, real nurses, and (above all) real children for preserving the human race in such sanity as it still possesses.

If Christianity was something we were making up, of course we could make it easier. But it is not.

All human beings pass away. Do not let your happiness depend on something you may lose. If love is to be a blessing, not a misery, it must be for the only beloved who will never pass away.

Atheists express their rage against God although in their view He does not exist.

If we did not bring to the examinations of our instincts a knowledge of their comparative dignity we could never learn it from them.