A man may have to die for our country: but no man must, in any exclusive sense, live for his country. He who surrenders himself without reservation to the temporal claims of a nation, or a party, or a class is rendering to Caesar that which, of all things, most emphatically belongs to God: himself.

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption.

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.

God, who foresaw your tribulation, has specially armed you to go through it, not without pain but without stain.

Is there a difference between a man who thinks that honesty is the best policy, and an honest man?

I need Christ, not something that resembles Him.

God sometimes seems to speak to us most intimately when he catches us, as it were, off our guard.