At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumour that it will not always be so. Some day, God willing, we shall get in.

You have no idea what an appetite it gives one, being executed.

Heaven, once attained, will work backwards and turn even agony into a glory

An 'impersonal God'-well and good. A subjective God of beauty, truth and goodness, inside our own heads-better still. A formless life-force surging through us, a vast power which we can tap-best of all. But God himself, alive, pulling at the other end of the cord, perhaps approaching at an infinite speed, the hunter, King, husband-that is quite another matter.

Most people don't need to be taught, they need only to be reminded

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

Nothing is really ours until we share it.