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.
Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. ... He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. ... You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.
"We may ignore, but we can nowhere evade, the presence of God. The world is crowded with Him. He walks everywhere incognito."
Make your choice, adventurous Stranger; Strike the bell and bide the danger, Or wonder, till it drives you mad, What would have followed if you had.
...eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably. Of course not all books are suitable for mealtime reading. It would be a kind of blasphemy to read poetry at table.
We have trained them [men] to think of the Future as a promised land which favoured heroes attain—not as something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
Only the skilled can judge the skilfulness, but that is not the same as judging the value of the result.