Tea should be taken in solitude.

Heaven offers nothing that a mercenary soul can desire.

The knight is a man of blood and iron, a man familiar with the sight of smashed faces and the ragged stumps of lopped-off limbs; he is also a demure, almost a maidenlike, guest in hall, a gentle, modest, unobtrusive man. He is not a compromise or happy mean between ferocity and meekness; he is fierce to the nth and meek to the nth.

Like a good chess player, Satan is always trying to maneuver you into a position where you can save your castle only by losing your bishop.

I was at this time living, like so many Atheists or Antitheists, in a whirl of contradictions. I maintained that God did not exist. I was also very angry with God for not existing. I was equally angry with Him for creating a world.

Since I am I, I must make an act of self-surrender, however small or however easy, in living to God rather than to my self.

In God there is no hunger that needs to be filled, only plenteousness that desires to give.