Never was there a more injurous mistake than to say it was thebusiness only of the clergy to care for souls.

Man finds it hard to get what he wants, because he does not want the best; God finds it hard to give, because He would give the best, and man will not take it.

For the bliss of the animals lies in this, that, on their lower level, they shadow the bliss of those--few at any moment on the earth--who do not 'look before and after, and pine for what is not,' but live in the holy carelessness of the eternal now.

In low theologies, hell is invariably the deepest truth, and the love of God is not so deep as hell.

Whose work is it but your own to open your eyes? But indeed the business of the universe is to make such a fool out of you that you will know yourself for one, and begin to be wise.

It is not the cares of today, but the cares of tomorrow, that weigh a man down.

Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.