Nothing is very strong: strong enough to steal away a man's best years not in sweet sins but in a dreary flickering of the mind over it knows not what and knows not why, in the gratification of curiosities so feeble that the man is only half aware of them, in drumming of fingers and kicking of heels, in whistling tunes that he does not like, or in the long, dim labyrinth of reveries that have not even lust or ambition to give them a relish, but which, once chance association has started them, the creature is took weak and fuddled to shake off.

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.

Is any pleasure on Earth as great as a circle of Christian friends?

You can't see anything properly while your eyes are blurred with tears.

But Pride always means enmity -- it is enmity. And not only enmity between man and man, but enmity to God.

You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.

Whether we like it or not, God intends to give us what we need, not what we now think we want