Charity. To love human beings in so far as they are nothing. That is to love them as God does.

I also am other than what I imagine myself to be. To know this is forgiveness.

The poison of skepticism becomes, like alcoholism, tuberculosis, and some other diseases, much more virulent in a hitherto virgin soil.

In solitude we are in the presence of mere matter (even the sky, the stars, the moon, trees in blossom), things of less value (perhaps) than a human spirit. Its value lies in the greater possibility of attention.

Money destroys human roots wherever it is able to penetrate, by turning desire for gain into the sole motive. It easily manages to outweigh all other motives, because the effort it demands of the mind is so very much less. Nothing is so clear and so simple as a row of figures.

A science which does not bring us nearer to God is worthless.

Difficult as it is really to listen to someone in affliction, it is just as difficult for him to know that compassion is listening to him.