When the author walks onto the stage, the play is over

The more lucidly we think, the more we are cut off: the more deeply we enter into reality, the less we can think.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

God has not been trying an experiment on my faith or love in order to find out their quality. He knew it already. It was I who didn't. In this trial He makes us occupy the dock, the witness box, and the bench all at once. He always knew that my temple was a house of cards. His only way of making me realize the fact was to knock it down.

We all appear as dunces when feigning an interest in things we care nothing about.

There ought to be things we should like to do and cannot do because our charitable expenditures excludes them.

Badness is only spoiled goodness.