I need Christ, not something that resembles Him.

The present is the only time in which any duty may be done or grace received.

Pity was meant to be a spur that drives joy to help misery. But it can be used the wrong way round. It can be used for a kind of blackmailing. Those who choose misery can hold joy up to ransom, by pity.

Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?

Be confident small immortals. You are not the only voice that all things utter, nor is there eternal silence in the places where you cannot come.

What can be better than to get out a book on Saturday afternoon and thrust all mundane considerations away till next week.

Disobedience to conscience is voluntary; bad poetry, on the other hand, is usually not made on purpose.