Hell begins with a grumbling mood, always complaining, always blaming others.
This world is a great sculptor’s shop. We are the statues and there’s a rumor going around the shop that some of us are someday going to come to life.
What we call Man's power over Nature turns out to be a power exercised by some men over other men with Nature as its instrument.
Friendship is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others.
It's not a question of God 'sending' us to Hell. In each of us there is something growing up which will of itself be Hell unless it is nipped in the bud.