When we want to be something other than the thing that God wants us to be, we must be wanting what, in fact, will not make us happy...whether we like it or not, God intends to give us what we need, not what we now think we want. Once more, we are embarrassed by the intolerable compliment, by too much love, not too little.

All names will soon be restored to their proper owners.

The process of growing up is to be valued for what we gain, not for what we lose.

I am suffering incessant temptations to uncharitable thoughts at present; one of those black moods in which nearly all one's friends seem to be selfish or even false. And how terrible that there should be even a kind of pleasure in thinking evil.

Very few modern people think Friendship a love of comparable value or even a love at all.

I was with book, as a woman is with child.

The first demand any work of art makes upon us is to surrender. Look. Listen. Receive. Get yourself out of the way.