If only this toothache would go away, I could write another chapter on the problem of pain.

Look for the valleys, the green places, and fly through them. There will always be a way through.

Every uncorrected error and unrepented sin is, in its own right, a fountain of fresh error and fresh sin flowing on to the end of time.

Things never happen the same way twice.

They did nothing wrong their time here has ended

To please God… to be a real ingredient in the divine happiness… to be loved by God, not merely pitied, but delighted in as an artist delights in his work or a father in a son- it seems impossible, a weight or burden of glory which our thoughts can hardly sustain. But so it is.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.