He's wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.

What would really satisfy us would be a God who said of anything we happened to like doing, 'What does it matter so long as they are contented?'

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything. But no, that is not quite accurate. There is one place where her absence comes locally home to me, and it is a place I can't avoid. I mean my own body. It had such a different importance while it was the body of H.'s lover. Now it's like an empty house.

I am struck here by the curious mixture of justice and injustice in our lives. We are blamed for our real faults but usually not on the right occasions.

Our problem is not that we desire too much but too little.

When we Christians behave badly, or fail to behave well, we are making Christianity unbelievable to the outside world

We are forbidden to neglect the assembling of ourselves together. Christianity is already institutional in the earliest of its documents. The Church is the Bride of Christ. We are members of one another.