Every infinity... is made finite to God.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

To withhold forgiveness is to take poison and expect the unforgiven to die.

Since you cannot do good to all, you are to pay special attention to those who, by the accidents of time, or place, or circumstances, are brought into closer connection with you.

Really great things, when discussed by little men, can usually make such men grow big.

Without God, man cannot, and without man, God will not.

A free curiosity is more effective in learning than a rigid discipline.