The old religionist cried out for his god. The new religionist cries out for some god to be his.

Around every corner is another gift waiting to surprise us, and it will surprise us if we can achieve control over our natural tendencies to make comparisons [to things that are better rather than things that are worse], to take things for granted [rather than imagining how much worse things would be if they weren't there and so feeling grateful], and to feel entitled!

A nation that has nothing but its amusements will not be amused for long.

Happiness is not only a hope, but also in some strange manner a memory ... we are all kings in exile.

There is something to be said for every error; but, whatever may be said for it, the most important thing to be said about it is that it is erroneous.

Happiness is a mystery, like religion, and should never be rationalised.

Christendom has had a series of revolutions and in each one of them Christianity has died. Christianity has died many times and risen again; for it had a God who knew the way out of the grave.