Man does not have a soul. He is a soul. He has a body.

They stormed and jeered at one another in long meaningless words of about twenty syllables each.

Ah, poor Pole. It's been to much for her, this last bit. Turned her head, I shouldn't wonder. She's beginning to see things.

I think we all sin by needlessly disobeying the apostolic injunction to "rejoice" as much as by anything else

we follow One who stood and wept at the grave of Lazarus-not surely, because He was grieved that Mary and Martha wept, and sorrowed for their lack of faith (though some thus interpret) but because death, the punishment of sin, is even more horrible in his eyes than in ours.

If God is Love, He is, by definition, something more than mere kindness. And it appears, from all the records, that though He has often rebuked us and condemned us, He has never regarded us with contempt. He has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.

Not to be, but to seem, virtuous - it is a formula whose utility we all discovered in the nursery.