Life exists for the love of music or beautiful things.

Men rush towards complexity, but they yearn towards simplicity. They try to be kings; but they dream of being shepherds.

Unfortunately, 19th-century scientists were just as ready to jump to the conclusion that any guess about nature was an obvious fact, as were 17th-century sectarians to jump to the conclusion that any guess about Scripture was the obvious explanation . . . . and this clumsy collision of two very impatient forms of ignorance was known as the quarrel of Science and Religion.

And my haunting instinct that somehow good was not merely a tool to be used, but a relic to be guarded, like the goods from Crusoe's ship--even that had been the wild whisper of something originally wise, for, according to Christianity, we were indeed the survivors of a wreck, the crew of a golden ship that had gone down before the beginning of the world.

I think the oddest thing about the advanced people is that, while they are always talking about things as problems, they have hardly any notion of what a real problem is.

He is a [sane] man who can have tragedy in his heart and comedy in his head.

When men choose not to believe in God, they do not thereafter believe in nothing, they then become capable of believing in anything.