Liking an author may be as involuntary and improbable as falling in love.

I think earth, if chosen instead of Heaven, will turn out to have been, all along, only a region in Hell; and earth, if put second to Heaven, to have been from the beginning a part of Heaven itself.

If my house has collapsed at one blow, that is because it was a house of cards. The faith which 'took these things into account' was not faith but imagination.

To love at all is to be vulnerable.

If we ignore it the truth that God is love may slyly come to mean for us the converse, that love is God.

Man approaches God most nearly when he is in one sense least like God. For what can be more unlike than fullness and need, sovereignty and humility, righteousness and penitence, limitless power and a cry for help?

Besides being complicated, reality, in my experience, is usually odd. It is not neat, not obvious, not what you expect.