Power to translate is the test of having really understood one's own meaning.

We are not living in a world where all roads are radii if a circle and where all, if followed long enough, will therefore draw gradually nearer and finally meet at the centre: rather in a world where every road, after a few miles, forks into two, and each of those into two again, and at each fork you must make a decision.

In our adversity, God shouts to us.

Heaven offers nothing that a mercenary soul can desire.

A man can eat his dinner without understanding exactly how food nourishes him. A man can accept what Christ has done without knowing how it works: indeed, he certainly would not know how it works until he has accepted it.

The lost enjoy forever the horrible freedom they have demanded.

The true Christian's nostril is to be continually attentive to the inner cesspool.