The Moral Law tells us the tune we have to play: our instincts are merely the keys.

Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in.

Humour is...the all-consoling and...the all-excusing, grace of life.

If the world is meaningless, then so are we; if we mean something, we do not mean alone.

We do not come to God as bad people trying to become good people; we come as rebels to lay down our arms.

You ask ‘for what’ God wants you. Isn’t the primary answer that He wants you. We’re not told that the lost sheep was sought out for anything except itself [Matthew 18:12-14; Luke 15:3-7]. Of course, He may have a special job for you: and the certain job is that of becoming more and more His.

When golden moments come, when God enables one really to pray without words, who but a fool would reject the gift?