God allows us to experience the low points of life in order to teach us lessons that we could learn in no other way.

When the voice of your friend or the page of your book sinks into democratic equality with the pattern of the wallpaper, the feel of your clothes, your memory of last night, and the noises from the road, you are falling asleep. The highly selective consciousness enjoyed by fully alert men, with all its builded sentiments and consecrated ideals, has as much to be called real as the drowsy chaos, and more.

This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.

We meet no ordinary people in our lives.

Whatever you do, He will make good of it. But not the good He had prepared for you if you had obeyed him.

We have a strange illusion that mere time cancels sin. I have heard others, and I have heard myself, recounting cruelties and falsehoods committed in boyhood as if they were no concern of the present speaker's, and even with laughter. But mere time does nothing either to the fact or to the guilt of a sin. The guilt is washed out not by time but by repentance and the blood of Christ: if we have repented these early sins we should remember the price of our forgiveness and be humble.

the Divine Nature wounds and perhaps destroys us merely by being what it is.