All that is not eternal is eternally out of date.

I sometimes think that shame, mere awkward, senseless shame, does as much towards preventing good acts and straightforward happiness as any of our vices can do.

Safety and happiness can only come from individuals, classes, and nations being honest and fair and kind to each other.

At a well in a yard they met a man who was beating a boy. The stick burst into a flower in the mans hand. He tried to drop it, but it stuck to his hand. His arm became a branch, his body the trunk of a tree, his feet took root.

We must get over wanting to be needed.

Since I am I, I must make an act of self-surrender, however small or however easy, in living to God rather than to my self.

Write about what really interests you, whether it is real things or imaginary things, and nothing else.