I sometimes think that shame, mere awkward, senseless shame, does as much towards preventing good acts and straightforward happiness as any of our vices can do.

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains.

My will, shall become your will. My heart, shall become your heart.

Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in.

Repentance is not something God demands of you before He will take you back and which He could let you off if He chose; it is simply a description of what going back is like.

Life is too deep for words, so don't try to describe it, just live it.

I need Christ, not something that resembles Him.