That part of Rostrevor which overlooks Carlingford Lough is my idea of Narnia.

If human life is in fact ordered by a beneficent being whose knowledge of our real needs and of the way in which they can be satisfied infinitely exceeds our own, we must expect a priori that his operations will often appear to us far from beneficent and far from wise, and that it will be our highest prudence to give him our confidence in spite of this.

In God there is no hunger that needs to be filled, only plenteousness that desires to give.

You weren't a decent man and you didn't do your best. We none of us were and none of us did.

The Future is, of all things, the thing least like eternity. It is the most temporal part of time--for the Past is frozen and no longer flows, and the Present is all lit up with eternal rays.

Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable. How many hours are in a mile? Is yellow square or round? Probably half the questions we ask - half our great theological and metaphysical problems - are like that.

Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.