It is a good rule after reading a new book, never to allow yourself another new one till you have read an old one in between.
Further up and further in!
This moment contains all moments.
The road to the promised land runs past Sinai. The moral law may exist to be transcended: but there is no transcending it for those who have not first admitted its claims up on them, and then tried with all their strength to meet that claim, and fairly and squarely faced the fact of their failure.
Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.
The rule of the universe is that others can do for us what we cannot do for ourselves, and one can paddle every canoe except one’s own.
Try to exclude the possibility of suffering which the order of nature and the existence of free-wills involve, and you find that you have excluded life itself.
Odd, the way the less the Bible is read the more it is translated.
And how could we endure to live and let time pass if we were always crying for one day or one year to come back – if we did not know that every day in a life fills the whole life with expectation and memory and that these are that day?
We need not despair even in our worst, for our failures are forgiven. The only fatal thing is to sit down content with anything less than perfection.
Even I never dreamed of Magic like this!
When you go to church you are really listening-in to the secret wireless from out friends: that is why the enemy is so anxious to prevent us from going. He does it by playing on our conceit and laziness and intellectual snobbery.
When you argue against Him you are arguing against the very power that makes you able to argue at all: it is like cutting off the branch you are sitting on.
He has room for people with very little sense, but He wants everyone to use what sense they have.
He liked books if they were books of information and had pictures of grain elevators or of fat foreign children doing exercises in model schools.
Ah, you’ve come over the water. Powerful wet stuff, ain’t it?
In those days Mr. Sherlock Holmes was still living in Baker Street and the Bastables were looking for treasure in the Lewisham Road.
But Pride always means enmity – it is enmity. And not only enmity between man and man, but enmity to God.
That raises a terrible question. How is it that people who are quite obviously eaten up with Pride can say they believe in God and appear to themselves very religious? I am afraid it means they are worshiping an imaginary God.
It is better to forget about yourself altogether.