The more often he feels without acting, the less he will be able ever to act, and, in the long run, the less he will be able to feel.

Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.

The Enemy wants to bring the man to a state of mind in which he could design the best cathedral in the world, and know it to be the best, and rejoice in the fact, without being any more (or less) or otherwise glad at having done it than he would be if it had been done by another. The Enemy wants him, in the end, to be so free from any bias in his own favour that he can rejoice in his own talents as frankly and gratefully as in his neighbour's talents--or in a sunrise, an elephant, or a waterfall.

Remember He is the artist and you are the picture. You can’t see it, you can't see your true self. So quietly submit to be painted.

We are finite and God will not call us everywhere or to support every worthy cause. And real needs are not far from us.

What we want is not more little books about Christianity, but more little books by Christians on other subjects--with their Christianity latent.

Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.