We who defend Christianity find ourselves constantly opposed not by the irreligion of our headers but by their real religion.
Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . ."
The value of the individual does not lie in him. He receives it by union with Christ.
A Christian is not a man who never goes wrong, but a man who is enabled to repent.
Why should your heart not dance?
He's wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.