The Enemy wants to bring the man to a state of mind in which he could design the best cathedral in the world, and know it to be the best, and rejoice in the fact, without being any more (or less) or otherwise glad at having done it than he would be if it had been done by another. The Enemy wants him, in the end, to be so free from any bias in his own favour that he can rejoice in his own talents as frankly and gratefully as in his neighbour's talents--or in a sunrise, an elephant, or a waterfall.

If these holy places, things, and days cease to remind us, if they obliterate our awareness that all ground is holy and every bush (could we but perceive it) a Burning Bush, then the hallows begin to do harm. Hence both the necessity, and the perennial danger, of 'religion.'

The very nature of Joy makes nonsense of our common distinction between having and wanting.

The cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning!

You are certainly under the guidance of the Holy Ghost or you wouldn't have come where you now are.

An Ulster Scot may come to disbelieve in God, but not to wear his weekday clothes on the Sabbath.

The universe rings true whenever you fairly test it.