No more I do, your Majesty. But what's that got to do with it? I might as well die on a wild goose chase as die here.

A sign of a culture that has lost its faith - Moral collapse follows upon spiritual collapse.

God can show Himself as He really is only to real men. And that means not simply to men who are individually good, but to men who are united together in a body, loving one another, helping one another, showing Him to one another. For that is what God meant humanity to be like; like players in one band, or organs in one body.

Man must endure his going hence.

Grief is like a bomber circling round and dropping its bombs each time the circle brings it overhead; physical pain is like the steady barrage on a trench in World War One, hours if it with no let-up for a moment. Thought is never static pain often is... is it not yet enough?

Friends are like coals in a fire - together, they glow; apart, they grow cold.

You do not fail in obedience through lack of love, but you have lost love because you never attempted obedience.