Before God closed in on me, I was offered what now appears a moment of wholly free choice. But I feel my decision was not so important. I was the object rather than the subject in this affair.

They stormed and jeered at one another in long meaningless words of about twenty syllables each.

Heaven offers nothing that a mercenary soul can desire.

A cold, self-righteous prig who goes regularly to church may be far nearer to Hell than a prostitute.

We have a strange illusion that mere time cancels sin. But mere time does nothing either to the fact or to the guilt of a sin.

We only learn to behave ourselves in the presence of God.

Submit to death, death of your ambitions and favorite wishes every day and death of your whole body in the end: submit with every fiber of your being, and you will find eternal life. Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not given away will be really yours. Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead. . . look to Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in.