Now the proper good of a creature is to surrender itself to its Creator - to enact intellectually, volitionally and emotionally, that relationship which is given in the mere fact of its being a creature when it does so, it is good and happy.

Good and evil both increase at compound interest.

The Enemy wants him, in the end, to be so free from any bias in his own favour that he can rejoice in his own talents as frankly and gratefully as in his neighbour's talents--or in a sunrise, an elephant, or a waterfall.

No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally – and often far more – worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond.

I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.

The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal.