It is a poor thing to strike our colors to God when the ship is going down under us; a poor thing to come to Him as a last resort, to offer up 'our own' when it is no longer worth keeping. If God were proud He would hardly have us on such terms: but He is not proud, He stoops to conquer, He will have us even though we have shown that we prefer everything else to Him.

If God is Love, He is, by definition, something more than mere kindness. And it appears, from all the records, that though He has often rebuked us and condemned us, He has never regarded us with contempt. He has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.

They Open A Door And Enter A World

Isn't it funny the way some combinations of words can give you--almost apart from their meaning--a thrill like music?

Eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably.

And the seriousness with which the other party takes my words always raises the doubt whether I have taken them seriously enough myself.

Much is expected from those to whom much is given.