The process of living seems to consist in coming to realize truths so ancient and simple that, if stated, they sound like barren platitudes.

Each day we are becoming a creature of splendid glory or one of unthinkable horror.

If a thing is free to be good it is also free to be bad. And free will is what has made evil possible. Why, then, did God give them free will? Because free will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having.

At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumour that it will not always be so. Some day, God willing, we shall get in.

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

Dyson and Tolkien were the immediate human causes of my conversion. Is any pleasure on earth as great as a circle of Christian friends by a good fire?

No time for better words, no time to unsay anything. -Til We Have Faces