Grief is like a bomber circling round and dropping its bombs each time the circle brings it overhead; physical pain is like the steady barrage on a trench in World War One, hours if it with no let-up for a moment. Thought is never static pain often is... is it not yet enough?

Every disability conceals a vocation, if only we can find it, which will 'turn the necessity to glorious gain.

Humility, after the first shock, is cheerful virtue.

To get even near humility, even for a moment, is like a drink of cold water to a man in a desert.

Miracles do not, in fact, break the laws of nature.

If God were a Kantian, who would not have us till we came to Him from the purest and best motives, who could be saved?

Nothing is really ours until we share it.