The quiet tenderness of Chaucer, where you almost seem to hear the hot tears falling, and the simple choking words sobbed out.

Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

Fate loves the fearless.

The devil loves nothing better than the intolerance of reformers.

All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.

Light is the symbol of truth.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof.

The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

Oh, Hank, " Susan whispered, "their wings are furry.""Oh, James, " Harriet whispered, "their hands are kind.

Our nation is like a tree of which the original trunk is swarajya and the branches are swadeshi and boycott.

There is no more fulfilling experience in all the world than the sense that God's Spirit has taken you and dared to use you for His glory.

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.

The worth of my music will never be guessed or its value to mankind felt until the approach to it is consciously undertaken as a pilgrimage to sorrows.

Grace is the most perplexing, powerful force in the universe, and, I believe, the only hope for our twisted, violent planet.

Once in a while, when everything is just right, there is a moment of magic. People can live on moments of magic.

A man would never get the notion of writing a book on the peculiar situation of the human male.

I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived.

... I am At war 'twixt will and will not.