Work is the inevitable condition of human life, the true source of human welfare.

Anna smiled,as people smile at the weaknesses of those they love. . .

History would be an excellent thing if only it were true.

Never did Christ utter a single word attesting to a personal resurrection and a life beyond the grave.

Too much polishing and you spoil things. There's a limit to the expressibility of ideas. You have a new thought, an interesting one. Then, as you try to perfect it, it ceases to be new and interesting, and loses the freshness with which it first occurred to you. You're spoiling it.

The Lord had given them the day and the Lord had given them the strength. And the day and the strength had been dedicated to labor, and the labor was its reward. Who was the labor for? What would be its fruits? These were irrelevant and idle questions.

Something magical has happened to me: like a dream when one feels frightened and creepy, and suddenly wakes up to the knowledge that no such terrors exist. I have wakened up.