If God thinks this state of war in the universe a price worth paying for free will...then we may take it it is worth paying.

I don't want him to live forever, and I know that he's not going to live forever whether I want him to or not.

For in self-giving, if anywhere, we touch a rhythm not only of all creation but of all being.

On the back of Satan's neck is a nail scarred footprint.

A blessed spirit is a mould ever more and more patient of the bright metal poured into it, a body ever more completely uncovered to the meridian blaze of the spiritual sun.

That world is ended, as if it had never been. Let the race of Adam and Eve take warning.

To love is to be vulnerable.