There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else.

the Divine Nature wounds and perhaps destroys us merely by being what it is.

If He who in Himself can lack nothing, chooses to need us, it is because we need to be needed.

The best swordsman in the world may be disarmed by a trick that's new to him.

Literary experience heals the wound, without undermining the privilege, of individuality.

In worship, God imparts himself to us.

Things never happen the same way twice.