The true Christian's nostril is to be continually attentive to the inner cesspool.

We must get over wanting to be needed.

We have a strange illusion that mere time cancels sin.

If they are wrong they need your prayers all the more; and if they are your enemies, then you are under orders to pray for them. That is one of the rules common to the whole house.

The continual looking forward to the eternal world is not a form of escapism or wishful thinking, but one of the things a Christian is meant to do.

Only He who really lived a human life (and I presume that only one did) can fully taste the horror of death.

But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees