For a long time I used to think this a silly, straw-splitting distinction: how could you hate what a man did and not hate the man? But years later it occurred to me that there was one man to whom I had been doing this all my life - namely myself.

The gap between those who worship different gods is not so wide as the gap between those who worship and those who don't.

Those who are enjoying something, or suffering something, together, are companions. Those who enjoy or suffer one another, are not.

The difference [God's] timelessness makes is that this now (which slips away from you even as you say the word now) is for Him infinite.

For pride is spiritual cancer: it eats up the very possibility of love, or contentment, or even common sense.

Every natural love will rise again and live forever in this country: but none will rise again until it has been buried.

The Glory of God, and, as our only means of glorifying Him, the salvation of human souls, is the real business of life.