Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.

The secret of forgiving everything is to understand nothing

We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our naked skins

Home life is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.

A life without cause is a life without effect.

Even the youngest of us may be wrong sometimes