“Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.”

Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

As a rule, only the poor are generous. Rich people can always find excellent reasons for not handing over twenty thousand francs to a relative.

Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.

To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals – that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.

Do you know what is the hardest thing in life? To make a choice.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.

Gratitude is a fool’s word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons – the least rewarded of all forms of courage.

Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.

Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.

The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.

Temperament is the thermometer of character.

Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.

A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.

She had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and wondering.

Every group we belong to – by gender, sex, race, religion, age – is an in-group, surrounded by an immense out-group, living next door and all over the world, who will be alive as far into the future as humanity has a future. That out-group is called other people. It is for them that we write.

There is an immense, painful longing for a broader, more flexible, fuller, more coherent, more comprehensive account of what we human beings are, who we are and what this life is for.

Truly, there is a Christian note which makes the whole World vibrate, like an immense gong, in the divine Christ. This note is unique and universal, and in it alone consists the Gospel.

Of our relation to all creation we can never know anything whatsoever. All is immensity and chaos. But, since all this knowledge of our limitations cannot possibly be of any value to us, it is better to ignore it in our daily conduct of life.

The implications, to me, are immense. I mean, how far can it go?

The Infinite cannot be measured. The plan of Nature is so immense, but she has no plan, no scheme, but to go on and on forever. What is size, what is time, distance, to the Infinite?

The immense step from the Babe at Bethlehem to the living, reigning triumphant Lord Jesus, returning to earth for His own people – that is the glorious truth proclaimed throughout Scripture.