You must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence can't give.

Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?

The true Christian's nostril is to be continually attentive to the inner cesspool.

Remember He is the artist and you are only the picture. You can't see it. So quietly submit to be painted---i.e., keep fulfilling all the obvious duties of your station (you really know quite well enough what they are!), asking forgiveness for each failure and then leaving it alone.You are in the right way. Walk---don't keep on looking at it.

Look for the valleys, the green places, and fly through them. There will always be a way through.

In the truest sense, Christian pilgrims have the best of both worlds. We have joy whenever this world reminds us of the next, and we take solace whenever it does not.

Courtship is the time for sowing those seeds which will grow up ten years into domestic hatred.