Sleeping on a dragon's hoard with greedy, dragonish thoughts in his heart, he had become a dragon himself.

When you are behaving as if you loved someone, you will presently come to love them.

I have discovered, passionate grief does not link us with the dead but cuts us off from them. This becomes clearer and clearer. It is just at those moments when I feel least sorrow - getting into my morning bath is usually one of them - that H. rushes upon my mind in her full reality, her otherness. Not, as in my worst moments, all foreshortened and patheticized and solemnized by my miseries, but as she is in her own right. This is good and tonic.

There is no other day. All days are present now. This moment contains all moments.

Our temptation is to look eagerly for the minimum that will be accepted. We are in fact very like honest but reluctant taxpayers.

For He (God) seems to do nothing of himself which He can possibly delegate to His creatures.

If God is Love, He is, by definition, something more than mere kindness.