The longest way round is the shortest way home

Christian love, either towards God or towards man, is an affair of the will.

Those who would like the God of scripture to be more purely ethical, do not know what they ask.

But suppose you struggle through to the good and find that it also is dreadful? How if food itself turns out to be the very thing you can't eat, and home the very place you can't live, and your very comforter the person who makes you uncomfortable? Then, indeed, there is no rescue possible: the last card has been played.

Our struggle is--isn't it?--to achieve and retain faith on a lower level. To believe that there is a Listener at all. For as the situation grows more and more desperate, the grisly fears intrude. Are we only talking to ourselves in an empty universe? The silence is often so emphatic. And we have prayed so much already

Meaningless combinations of words do not suddenly acquire meaning simply because we prefix to them the two other words ' God can'.

No people find each other more absurd than lovers