The home is not the one tame place in the world of adventure. It is the one wild place in the world of rules and set tasks.

Those thinkers who cannot believe in any gods often assert that the love of humanity would be in itself sufficient for them; and so, perhaps, it would, if they had it.

The best way that a man could test his readiness to encounter the common variety of mankind would be to climb down a chimney into any house at random, and get on as well as possible with the people inside. And that is essentially what each one of us did on the day that he was born.

In truth, there are only two kinds of people; those who accept dogma and know it, and those who accept dogma and don't know it.

The most poetical thing in the world is not being sick.

We are like the penny, because we have the image of the king stamped on us, the divine king.

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!