Bereavement is the deepest initiation into the mysteries of human life, an initiation more searching and profound than even happy love.

We tolerate shapes in human beings that would horrify us if we saw them in a horse.

It is quite natural and inevitable that, if we spend sixteen hours daily of our waking lives in thinking about the affairs of the world and five minutes in thinking about God and our souls, this world will seem two hundred times more real to us than God.

Boredom is a certain sign that we are allowing our faculties to rust in idleness.

Whoever marries the spirit of this age will find himself a widower in the next.

The statistics of suicide show that, for non-combatants at least, life is more interesting in war than in peace.

The right use of leisure is no doubt a harder problem than the right use of our working hours. The soul is dyed the color of its leisure thoughts.