We must picture Hell as a state where everyone is perpetually concerned about his own dignity and advancement, where everyone has a grievance, and where everyone lives the deadly serious passions of envy, self-importance, and resentment.

God is not a static thing...but a dynamic, pulsating activity, a life, almost a kind of drama. Almost, if you will not think me irreverent, a kind of dance.

But the most obvious fact about praise — whether of God or anything — strangely escaped me. I thought of it in terms of compliment, approval, or the giving of honor. I had never noticed that all enjoyment spontaneously overflows into praise unless (sometimes even if) shyness or the fear of boring others is deliberately brought in to check it.

The discomfiture we feel may be our most accurate human sensation; reminding us we are not quite "at home" here.

One of the most cowardly things ordinary people do is to shut their eyes to facts.

The Christians who did most for the present world were precisely those who thought most of the next.

Everything that is not eternal is worthless in eternity.