Because we love something else more than this world, we love even this world more than those who know no other.

Every day in a life fills the whole life with expectations and memory.

So many things--nay every real thing--is good if only it will be humble and ordinate.

Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.

It's like the sound of a chuckle in the darkness. The sense that some shattering and disarming simplicity is the real answer.

We do know that no person can be saved except through Christ. We do not know that only those who know Him can be saved by Him.

To admire Satan [in Paradise Lost] is to give one's vote not only for a world of misery, but also for a world of lies and propaganda, of wishful thinking, of incessant autobiography.