Feelings, and feelings, and feelings. Let me try thinking instead.

The true Christian's nostril is to be continually attentive to the inner cesspool.

[Milton's] argument is (a) St. Augustine was wrong in thinking God's only purpose in giving Adam a female, instead of a male, companion, was copulation. For (b) there is a "peculiar comfort" in the society of man and woman "beside, (i.e. in addition to, apart from) the genial bed"; and (c) we know from Scripture that something analogous to "play" or "slackening the cords" occurs even in God. That is why the Song of Songs describes a thousand raptures...far on the hither side of carnal enjoyment.

Everywhere, except in theology, there has been a vigorous growth of skepticism about skepticism itself.

The process of living seems to consist in coming to realize truths so ancient and simple that, if stated, they sound like barren platitudes.

She remembered, as every sensible person does, that you should never never shut yourself up in a wardrobe.

Authority exercised with humility, and obedience accepted with delight are the very lines along which our spirits live.