“Nothing can resist the person who smiles at life.”

When death comes, all we can do is to surrender ourselves completely to the domination and guidance of God.

No other substance but this could have produced the human molecule.

Love is an adventure and a conquest. It survives and develops, like the universe itself, only by perpetual discovery.

Being happy is a matter of personal taste.

Man the individual consoles himself for his passing with the thought of the offspring or the works which he leaves behind.

Regarded zoologically, man is today an almost isolated figure in nature. In his cradle, he was less isolated.

For ideas to prevail, many of their defenders have to die in obscurity. Their anonymous influence makes itself felt.

He that will believe only what he can fully comprehend must have a long head or a very short creed.

Morality arose largely as an empirical defence of the individual and society.

I greatly enjoyed the Hawaiian Islands. They are a real little paradise in spite of the influx of Americans who have made it one of their most pleasant ‘centers of resort’.

The world is round so that friendship may encircle it.

At the age when other children, I imagine, experience their first ‘feeling’ for a person, or for art, or for religion, I was affectionate, good, and even pious: by that I mean that under the influence of my mother, I was devoted to the Child Jesus.

Certain though I am – and ever more certain – that I must press on in life as though Christ awaited me at the term of the universe, at the same time I feel no special assurance of the existence of Christ. Believing is not seeing. As much as anyone, I imagine, I walk in the shadows of faith.

Deep down, there is in the substance of the cosmos a primordial disposition, sui generis, for self-arrangement and self-involution.

We have but one permanent home: heaven – that’s still the old truth that we always have to re-learn – and it’s only through the impact of sad experiences that we assimilate it.

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.

Whether one welcomes or deplores it, nothing is more surely and exactly characteristic of modern times than the irresistible invasion of the human world by technology. Mechanism invading like a tide all the places of the earth and all forms of social activity.

You see, Batman is a billionaire and there’s nothing really cool about a billionaire saving the world. But Spider-Man is Peter Parker, a conflicted character who puts on a suit and saves the world. I love that.

However far back I go into my childhood, nothing seems to me more characteristic of, or more familiar in, my interior economy than the appetite or irresistible demand for some ‘Unique all-sufficing and necessary reality.’

Nothing is so firmly believed as what we least know.

Man is made to adore and to obey: but if you will not command him, if you give him nothing to worship, he will fashion his own divinities, and find a chieftain in his own passions.

Marriage, a market which has nothing free but the entrance.

Nothing. The Infinite knows no time, no space, no great, no small, no beginning, no end.

Without tact you can learn nothing.