A perfect man would never act from a sense of duty; he’d always want the right thing more than the wrong one. Duty is only a substitute for love (of God and of other people) like a crutch which is a substitute for a leg. Most of us need the crutch at times; but of course it is idiotic to use the crutch when our own legs (our own loves, tastes, habits etc.) can do the journey on their own.

We are born helpless. As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness.

You weren't a decent man and you didn't do your best. We none of us were and none of us did.

Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.

The stamp of the Saint is that he can waive his own rights and obey the Lord Jesus.

They Open A Door And Enter A World

Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal.