religion, like beauty, cannot be experienced in cold blood.

For lack of attention a thousand forms of loveliness elude us every day.

Your dreamer may do without a creed, but he always wants a ritual.

If God were small enough to be understood, He would not be big enough to be worshipped.

The London streets are paths of loveliness; the very omnibuses look like colored archangels, their laps filled full of little trustful souls.

The heart outstrips the clumsy senses, and sees - perhaps for an instant, perhaps for long periods of bliss - an undistorted and more veritable world.

The determined fixing of our will upon God, and pressing toward him steadily and without deflection; this is the very center and the art of prayer.