For the Present is the point at which time touches eternity.

the Divine Nature wounds and perhaps destroys us merely by being what it is.

If you read history you will find that the Christians who did most for the present world were precisely those who thought most of the next. It is since Christians have largely ceased to think of the other world that they have become so ineffective in this.

We regard God as an airman regards his parachute; it's there for emergencies but he hopes he'll never have to use it.

We are not the playwright, we are not the producer, we are not even the audience. We are on the stage.

We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.

We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.