If I had really cared as I thought I did about the sorrows of the world I should not have been so overwhelmed when my own sorrow came- I thought I trusted the rope until it mattered to me whether it would bear me, now it matters and I find I didn't.

We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.

I was driven to Whipsnade one sunny morning. When we set out I did not believe that Jesus Christ is the son of God, and when we reached the zoo I did. Yet I had not exactly spent the journey in thought. Nor in great emotion. “Emotional” is perhaps the last word we can apply to some of the most important events. It was more like when a man, after a long sleep, still lying motionless in bed, becomes aware that he is now awake.

He liked books if they were books of information and had pictures of grain elevators or of fat foreign children doing exercises in model schools.

Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life.

Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see HIM.

Remember He is the artist and you are the picture. You can’t see it, you can't see your true self. So quietly submit to be painted.