The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.

When the whole world is running towards a cliff, he who is running in the opposite direction appears to have lost his mind.

Humour is...the all-consoling and...the all-excusing, grace of life.

The humans live in time but our Enemy (God) destines them for eternity.

The only safe rule is to give more than we can spare. Our charities should pinch and hamper us. If we live at the same level of affluence as other people who have our level of income, we are probably giving away too little.

It takes all sorts to make a world; or a church. This may be even truer of a church. If grace perfects nature it must expand all our natures into the full richness of the diversity which God intended when He made them, and Heaven will display far more variety than Hell.

What began the change was the very writing itself. Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked, will play the tyrant.