What you see and what you hear depends a great deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are.

I have often repented of speech but hardly ever of silence.

You have not chosen one another, but I have chosen you for one another.

The whole difficulty of understanding Hell is that the thing to be understood is so nearly nothing.

We have to be continually reminded of what we believe.

And so take away his work, which was his life [. . .] and all his glory and his great deeds? Make a child and a dotard of him? Keep him to myself at that cost? Make him so mine that he was no longer his?

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