The event of falling in love... in one high bound it has overleaped the massive wall of our selfhood; it has made appetite itself altruistic, tossed personal happiness aside as a triviality and planted the interests of another in the centre of our being.

The long, dull, monotonous years of middle-aged prosperity or middle-aged adversity are excellent campaigning weather for the devil.

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

Be confident small immortals. You are not the only voice that all things utter, nor is there eternal silence in the places where you cannot come.

When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of 'No answer.' It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, 'Peace, child; you don't understand.

Before we can be cured, we must want to be cured.

We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us.