It is a dreadful truth that the state of having to depend solely on God is what we all dread most.... It is good of Him to force us; but dear me, how hard to feel that it is good at the time.

Agnostics talk cheerfully of man's search for God but they might as well talk about the mouse's search for the cat.

We are all fallen creatures and all very hard to live with.

And out of that hopeless attempt has come nearly all that we call human history—money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery—the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.

Love is the great conqueror of lust.

For his mind was full of forlorn hopes, death-or-glory charges, and last stands.

Isn't it funny the way some combinations of words can give you--almost apart from their meaning--a thrill like music?