The lost enjoy forever the horrible freedom they have demanded.

They did nothing wrong their time here has ended

The more we get what we now call 'ourselves' out of the way and let Him take us over, the more truly ourselves we become.

One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting everyone else to give it up.

While friendship has been by far the chief source of my happiness, acquaintance or general society has always meant little to me, and I cannot quite understand why a man should wish to know more people than he can make real friends of.

We have a strange illusion that mere time cancels sin. But mere time does nothing either to the fact or to the guilt of a sin.

Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.