We don't have a soul. We are a soul. We happen to have a body.

Either the day must come when joy prevails and all the makers of misery are no longer able to infect it, or else, for ever and ever, the makers of misery can destroy in others the happiness they reject for themselves.

No one can teach riding so well as a horse.

I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer. Before your face questions die away. What other answer would suffice?

I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state, but a process. It needs not a map, but a history, and if I don't stop writing that history at some quite arbitrary point, there's no reason why I should ever stop.

Dearest Daughter. I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.

Theology offers you a working arrangement, which leaves the scientist free to continue his experiments and the Christian to continue his prayers.