Quotes to inspire and reflect

Everyone places his good where he can and has as much of it as he can, in his own way.

It’s wiser being good than bad; / It’s safer being meek than fierce: / It’s fitter being sane than mad.

Our will is always for our own good, but we do not always see what that is.

Happiness is not best achieved by those who seek it directly; and it would seem that the same is true of the good.

It is good to be tired and wearied by the vain search after the true good, that we may stretch out our arms to the Redeemer.

Men always love what is good or what they find good; it is in judging what is good that they go wrong.

We must take the good with the bad; / For the good when it’s good, is so very good / That the bad when it’s bad can’t be bad!

The good is, like nature, an immense landscape in which man advances through centuries of exploration.

The good things of life are not to he had singly, hut come to us with a mixture; like a schoolboy’s holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.

Good things, when short, are twice as good.

We look for good on earth and cannot recognize it / when met.

Nothing is good for everyone, but only relatively to some people.

Almost, I am tempted to say, I will believe in God, yes, in spite of the church and the ministers.

Whatever befalls in accordance with nature should be accounted good.

No reason can be given for the nature of God, because that nature is the ground of rationality.

Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me. And I think all the other folks did too. They come to church to share God, not find God.

We need God, not in order to understand the why, but in order to feel and sustain the ultimate wherefore, to give a meaning to the Universe.

If God did not exist, he would have to be invented.

Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God’s dust is greater than your idol.

God is the indwelling and not the transient cause of all things.

We have been born under a monarchy; to obey God is freedom.

Who created all this? Yasha would ask himself. Was it the sun? If so, then perhaps the sun was God. Yasha had read in some holy book that Abraham had worshiped the sun before accepting the existence of Jehovah.

Respectable society believed in God in order to avoid having to speak about him.

But who can speak to God, or rather who can’t? The question is, who can get an answer?

God, he whom everyone knows, by name.

Nothing can be lower or more wholly instrumental than the substance and cause of all things.

It is the heart which experiences God, and not the reason.

It is God that accomplishes all term to hopes, / God, who overtakes the flying eagle, outpasses the dolphin / in the sea; who bends under his strength the man with thoughts too high.

The heart is a mystery—not a puzzle that can’t be solved, but a mystery in the religious sense: unfathomable, beyond manipulation, showing traces of the finger of God.

If there were only one religion, God would indeed be manifest.

’Tis heaven alone that is given away, / 'Tis only God may be had for the asking.

It takes a long while for a naturally trustful person to reconcile himself to the idea that after all God will not help him.

To see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. He keeps up appearances, it is true, but I feel the pinch. He gives a revolution as a merchant, whose credit is low, gives a ball.

If any man obeys the gods, they listen to him also.

God lies ahead. I convince myself and constantly repeat to myself that: He depends on us. It is through us that God is achieved.

The First Cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.

I have never wished there was a God to call on—

The way of God is complex, he is hard / for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come / somehow into a kind of order.

If god is truly god, he is perfect, / lacking nothing.

The only money of God is God. He pays never with any thing less, or any thing else.

God is our name for the last generalization to which we can arrive.

Heaven always bears some proportion to earth. The god of the cannibal will be a cannibal, of the crusaders a crusader, and of the merchants a merchant.

Do not speak of God much. After a very little conversation on the highest nature, thought deserts us and we run into formalism.

If every gnat that flies were an archangel, all that could but tell me that there is a God; and the poorest worm that creeps tells me that.

God is indeed a jealous God— / He cannot bear to see / That we had rather not with Him / But with each other play.

God is for men and religion for women.

Though God’s attributes are equal, yet his mercy is more attractive and pleasing in our eyes than his justice.

Man appoints, and God disappoints.