[S]omething inside us, the feeling of resentment, the feeling that wants to get one's own back, must be simply killed. I do not mean that anyone can decide this moment that he will never feel it anymore. That is not how things happen. I mean that every time it bobs its head up, day after day, year after year, all our lives long, we must hit it on the head. It is hard work, but the attempt is not impossible.

A man can't be always defending the truth; there must be a time to feed on it.

I do not expect old heads on young shoulders.

Love, in the Christian sense, does not mean an emotion. It is a state not of the feelings but of the will; that state of the will which we have naturally about ourselves, and must learn to have about other people.

Everyone feels benevolent if nothing happens to be annoying him at the moment.

Other than heaven, the only place where one's heart is completely safe from the dangers of love is hell.

God is love, and that love works through men-especially through the whole community of Christians.