Here the whole world (stars, water, air, And field, and forest, as they were Reflected in a single mind) Like cast off clothes was left behind In ashes, yet with hopes that she, Re-born from holy poverty, In lenten lands, hereafter may Resume them on her Easter Day." (Epitaph for Joy Gresham)

For He (God) seems to do nothing of himself which He can possibly delegate to His creatures.

You cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

If we discover a desire within us that nothing in this world can satisfy, also we should begin to wonder if perhaps we were created for another world.

We are not the playwright, we are not the producer, we are not even the audience. We are on the stage.

If God thinks this state of war in the universe is a price worth paying for free will--that is, for making a live world in which creatures can do real good or harm and something of real importance of real importance can happen, instead of a toy world which only moves when He pulls the strings--then we may take it it is worth paying.

Love is more than an emotion, it is a decision.