Inner silence is for our race a difficult achievement. There is a chattering part of the mind which continues, until it is corrected, to chatter on even in the holiest places.

We are not merely imperfect creatures who must be improved; we are rebels who must lay down our arms.

When the whole world is running towards a cliff, he who is running in the opposite direction appears to have lost his mind.

Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden).

By repenting, one acknowledges them as sins-therefore not to be repeated.

When we want to be something other than the thing God wants us to be, we must be wanting what, in fact, will not make us happy.

To love at all is to be vulnerable.