In a civilization like ours, I feel that everyone has to come to terms with the claims of Jesus Christ upon his life, or else be guilty of inattention or of evading the question.

Walking and talking are two very great pleasures, but it is a mistake to combine them. Our own noise blots out the sounds and silences of the outdoor world; and talking leads almost inevitably to smoking, and then farewell to nature as far as one of our senses is concerned. The only friend to walk with is one who so exactly shares your taste for each mood of the countryside that a glance, a halt, or at most a nudge, is enough to assure us that the pleasure is shared.

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).

Knock and it shall be opened.' But does knocking mean hammering and kicking the door like a maniac?

Is any pleasure on Earth as great as a circle of Christian friends?

Joy bursts in our lives when we go about doing the good at hand and not trying to manipulate things and times to achieve joy.

When they have really learned to love their neighbours as themselves, they will be allowed to love themselves as their neighbours.