Doubts are the messengers of the Living One to the honest. They are the first knock at our door of things that are not yet, but have to be, understood. . . . Doubts must precede every deeper assurance; for uncertainties are what we first see when we look into a region hitherto unknown, unexplored, unannexed.

I write, not for children,but for the child-like, whether they be of five, or fifty, or seventy-five.

How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.

Her face was fair and pretty, with eyes like two bits of night sky, each with a star dissolved in the blue.

There is no water in oxygen, no water in hydrogen: it comes bubbling fresh from the imagination of the living God, rushing from under the great white throne of the glacier. The very thought of it makes one gasp with an elemental joy no metaphysician can analyse.

Trust to God to weave your thread into the great web, though the pattern shows it not yet.

It needs brains to be a real fool.