How could an idiotic universe have produced creatures whose mere dreams are so much stronger, better, subtler than itself?

The Future is, of all things, the thing least like eternity. It is the most temporal part of time--for the Past is frozen and no longer flows, and the Present is all lit up with eternal rays.

To love is to be vulnerable.

The longer we stay in Hell, the more we become attached to it.

We come to Scripture not to learn a subject but to steep ourselves in a person.

Nothing is really ours until we share it.

The search for a "suitable" church makes the man a critic where God wants him to be a pupil. What he wants from the layman in church is an attitude which may, indeed, be critical in the sense of rejecting what is false or unhelpful but which is wholly uncritical in the sense that it does not appraise- does not waste time in thinking about what it rejects, but lays itself open in uncommenting, humble receptivity to any nourishment that is going.