In the truest sense, Christian pilgrims have the best of both worlds. We have joy whenever this world reminds us of the next, and we take solace whenever it does not.

A sum can be put right: but only by going back till you find the error and working it afresh from that point, never by simply going on.

I read in a periodical the other day that the fundamental thing is how we think of God. By God Himself, it is not! How God thinks of us is not only more important, but infinitely more important.

Afflictions are... if we can so take them, our share in the Passion of Christ

Cobbles and kettledrums! ...I hope this madness isn't going to end in a moonlit climb and broken necks.

People blush at praise--not only praise of their bodies, but praise of anything that is theirs.

You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you.