Wherever anything lives, there is, open somewhere, a register in which time is being inscribed.
... divine love is not something belonging to God: it is God Himself.
To ease another's burden, help to carry it.
I cannot escape the objection that there is no state of mind, however simple, that does not change every moment
Some other faculty than the intellect is necessary for the apprehension of reality.
Only those ideas that are least truly ours can be adequately expressed in words.