A teacher can never truly teach unless he is still learning himself. A lamp can never light another lamp unless it continues to burn its own flame. The teacher who has come to the end of his subject, who has no living traffic with his knowledge but merely repeats his lesson to his students, can only load their minds, he cannot quicken them.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.

If it is necessary to die in order to live like men, what harm in dying?

The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite.

Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my child.