I have learned that human existence is essentially tragic. It is only the love of God, disclosed and enacted in Christ, that redeems the human tragedy and makes it tolerable. No, more than tolerable. Wonderful.

We write frankly and freely, but then we modify before we print.

Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.

Who are we to create a heaven and hell for ourselves, excluding animals and plants in the bargain, just because we have the power to rationalize?

The easy confidence with which I know another man's religion is folly teaches me to suspect that my own is also.

There are some few people I respect and admire, but I don't think much of the species.

The highest pleasure to be got out of freedom, and having nothing to do, is labor.