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

The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and His compulsion is our liberation.

God is love, and that love works through men-especially through the whole community of Christians.

Actually it seems to me that one can hardly say anything either bad enough or good enough about life.

The natural life in each of us is something self-centred, something that wants to be petted and admired, to take advantage of other lives, to exploit the whole universe.

God will look to every soul like its first love because He is its first love.

God is not a static thing...but a dynamic, pulsating activity, a life, almost a kind of drama. Almost, if you will not think me irreverent, a kind of dance.