You are someone worth loving

No matter how rudely someone treats you, remain kind. Walking away at peace with yourself is worth it.

You are alone when something like this happens. Doesn't matter how many people love you and want to help you. You are alone. When Marchent died, she was alone.

It is tragic that many in America think of us - Christians - as being people who hate others.

My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death

People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

I didn’t look to the shore much after this first long and memorable glimpse. I looked up at Heaven and her court of mythical creatures fixed forever in the all powerful and inscrutable stars. Ink black was the night beyond them, and they so like jewels that old poetry came back to me, the sound even of hymns sung only by men.