We are...a Divine work of art, something that God is making...something with which He will not be satisfied until it has a certain character.

Our problem with desire is that we want too little.

I believe, to be sure, that any man who reaches Heaven will find that what he abandoned (even in plucking out his right eye) has not been lost: that the kernel of what he was really seeking even in his most depraved wishes will be there, beyond expectation, waiting for him in 'the High Countries'.

Many people think their prayers are never answered because it is the answered ones they forget.

Whenever all men are...hastening to be slaves or tyrants we make Liberalism the prime bogey.

It is in their 'good' characters that novelists make, unawares, the most shocking self- revelations.

Nothing is very strong: strong enough to steal away a man's best years not in sweet sins but in a dreary flickering of the mind over it knows not what and knows not why, in the gratification of curiosities so feeble that the man is only half aware of them, in drumming of fingers and kicking of heels, in whistling tunes that he does not like, or in the long, dim labyrinth of reveries that have not even lust or ambition to give them a relish, but which, once chance association has started them, the creature is took weak and fuddled to shake off.