We meet no ordinary people in our lives.

Our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment.

The proper rewards are not simply tacked on to the activity for which they are given, but are the activity itself in consummation.

The man in Christ rose again, not only the God.

[Something] does not rise to the dignity of error.

You don’t think – not possibly – not as a mere hundredth chance – there might be things that are real though we can’t see them? … If there are souls, could there not be soul-houses?

A myth is a lie that conveys a truth.