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

He that but looketh on a plate of ham and eggs to lust after it hath already committed breakfast with it in his heart

God is the food our spirits were designed to feed on.

Some people write heavily, some write lightly. I prefer the light approach because I believe there is a great deal of false reverence about. There is too much solemnity and intensity in dealing with sacred matters; too much speaking in holy tones.

God knows our situation; He will not judge us as if we had no difficulties to overcome. What matters is the sincerity and perseverance of our will to overcome them.

God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.

I sometimes think that shame, mere awkward, senseless shame, does as much towards preventing good acts and straightforward happiness as any of our vices can do.