Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.

Most people spend most of their lives doing neither what they want to be doing nor what they ought to be doing.

Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves.

We must show our Christian colors, if we are to be true to Jesus Christ. We cannot remain silent or concede everything away.

I never heard weeping like that before or after; not from a child, nor a man wounded in the palm, nor a tortured man, nor a girl dragged off to slavery from a taken city. If you heard the woman you most hate in the world weep so, you would go to comfort her. You would fight your way through fire and spears to reach her. And I knew who wept, and what had been done to her, and who had done it.

For He (God) seems to do nothing of himself which He can possibly delegate to His creatures.

And yet all loneliness, angers, hatreds, envies, and itchings that it contains, if rolled into one single experience and put into the scale against the least moment of the joy that is felt by the least in Heaven, would have no weight that could be registered at all. Bad cannot succeed even in being bad as truly as good is good.