On pragmatistic principles, if the hypothesis of God works satisfactorily in the widest sense of the word, it is true.

How can the moribund old man reason back to himself the romance, the mystery, the imminence of great things with which our old earth tingled for him in the days when he was young and well?

History is a bath of blood.

If I should throw down a thousand beans at random upon a table, I could doubtless, by eliminating a sufficient number of them, leave the rest in almost any geometrical pattern you might propose to me, and you might then say that that pattern was the thing prefigured beforehand, and that the other beans were mere irrelevance and packing material. Our dealings with Nature are just like this.

Why may we not be in the universe, as our dogs and cats are in our drawingrooms and libraries?

Most unhappiness is caused because people listen to themselves... instead of talking to themselves.

We and God have business with each other, and in opening ourselves to God's influence our deepest destiny is fulfilled.