Oh Trees, Trees, Trees...wake. Don't you remember it? Don't you remember me? Dryads and hamadryads, come out, come [out] to me.

The terrible thing, the almost impossible thing, is the hand over your whole self--all your wishes and precautions--to Christ.

Jesus was either a Liar, a Lunatic, or Lord

And what about you? You must be some kind of beardless dwarf?...You mean to say, that you're a daughter of Eve?...Y-yes, but, you are in fact... human?

We want to know not how we should pray if we were perfect but how we should pray being as we now are ... It is no use to ask God with factitious earnestness for A when our whole mind is in reality filled with the desire for B. We must lay before Him what is in us, not what ought to be in us.

Most people spend most of their lives doing neither what they want to be doing nor what they ought to be doing.

I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.