I think that if God forgives us we must forgive ourselves. Otherwise, it is almost like setting up ourselves as a higher tribunal than Him.

I felt in my bones that this universe does not explain itself.

Eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably.

We never find out the strength of the evil impulse inside us until we try to fight it.

In worship, God imparts himself to us.

We poison the wine as He decants it into us; murder a melody He would play with us as the instrument...Hence all sin, whatever else it is, is sacrilege.

Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal.