All the delights of sense, or heart, or intellect, with which you could once have tempted him, even the delights of virtue itself, now seem to him in comparison but as the half nauseous attractions of a raddled harlot would seem to a man who hears that his true beloved whom he has loved all his life and whom he had believed to be dead is alive and even now at his door.

Reasoning is never, like poetry, judged from the outside at all.

I believe that there are too many practitioners in the church, who are not believers.

Don't worry. If you really want to, you will Whether you'll like it when you do is another question.

When they have really learned to love their neighbours as themselves, they will be allowed to love themselves as their neighbours.

When Christ died, He died for you individually just as much as if you had been the only person in the world.

One is given strength to bear what happens to one, but not the 100 and 1 different things that might happen.