Gratitude looks to the Past and love to the Present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead.

I was not born to be free---I was born to adore and obey.

I felt in my bones that this universe does not explain itself.

In Science we have been reading only the notes to a poem; in Christianity we find the poem itself.

Remember, he is not, like you, a pure spirit. Never having been a human (Oh that abominable advantage of the Enemy's) you don't realize how enslaved they are to the pressure of the ordinary.

Ah, poor Pole. It's been to much for her, this last bit. Turned her head, I shouldn't wonder. She's beginning to see things.

The great thing to remember is that though our feelings come and go God's love for us does not.