A God. The God. One word can make all the difference in the world.

Through pride the devil became the devil. Pride leads to every vice, it's the complete anti-God state of mind.

My own idea, for what it is worth, is that all sadness which is not either arising from the repentance of a concrete sin and hastening towards concrete amendment or restitution, or else arising from pity and hastening to active assistance, is simply bad; and I think we all sin by needlessly disobeying the apostolic injunction to 'rejoice' as much as by anything else. Humility, after the first shock, is a cheerful virtue.

This is where men, even the trustiest, fail us. Their heart is never so wholly given to any matter but that some trifle of a meal, or a drink, or a sleep, or a joke, or a girl, may come in between them and it, and then (even if you are a queen) you'll get no more good out of them until they've had their way.

The cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning!

The distinction between pretending you are better than you are and beginning to be better in reality is finer than moral sleuth hounds conceive.

The enemy will not see you vanish into God's company without an effort to reclaim you.