Now God, who has made us, knows what we are and that our happiness lies in Him.

God's love is not wearied by our sins & is relentless in its determination that we be cured at whatever cost to us or Him

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.

We can never know that a piece of writing is bad unless we have begun by trying to read it as if it was very good and ended by discovering that we were paying the author an undeserved compliment.

Enough had been thought, and said, and felt, and imagined. It was about time that something should be done.

Only the skilled can judge the skillfulness, but that is not the same as judging the value of the result.

I begin to suspect that the world is divided not only into the happy and the unhappy, but into those who like happiness and those who, odd as it seems, really don't.