…Forgive us, O Lord, we acknowledge ourselves as type of the common man, Of the men and women who shut the door and sit by the fire; Who fear the blessing of God, the loneliness of the night of God, the surrender required, the deprivation inflicted; Who fear the injustice of men less than the justice of God; Who fear the hand at the window, the fire in the thatch, the fist in the tavern, the push into the canal, Less than we fear the love of God.

You must not on any account give me credit for being penetrating. I have impressed people that way before, and the result is always disaster.

Human kind cannot bear much reality.

In the life of one man, never The same time returns.

My mind may be American but my heart is British.

The greatest proof of Christianity for others is not how far a man can logically analyze his reasons for believing, but how far in practice he will stake his life on his belief.

The old should be explorers, be curious, risk transgression, explore oldness itself.