In silence and in meditation on the eternal truths, I hear the voice of God which excites our hearts to greater love.

A world of automata – of creatures that worked like machines – would hardly be worth creating.

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

We delight to praise what we enjoy because the praise not merely expresses but completes the enjoyment; it is its appointed consummation. It is not out of compliment that lovers keep on telling one another how beautiful they are; the delight is incomplete till it is expressed.

The central miracle asserted by Christians is the incarnation. They say that God became man.

He is not the soul of Nature, nor any part of Nature. He inhabits eternity: He dwells in a high and holy place: heaven is His throne, not his vehicle, earth is his footstool, not his vesture. One day he will dismantle both and make a new heaven and earth. He is not to be identified even with the 'divine spark' in man. He is 'God and not man.

Literary experience heals the wound, without undermining the privilege, of individuality.