Writing is like a 'lust,' or like 'scratching when you itch.' Writing comes as a result of a very strong impulse, and when it does come, I for one must get it out.

This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.

If the immutable heart can be grieved by the puppets of its own making, it is Divine Omnipotence, no other, that has subjected it, freely, and in a humility that passes understanding. If the world exists not chiefly that we may love God, but that God may love us, yet that very fact, on a deeper level, is so for our sakes. If He who in Himself can lack nothing chooses to need us, it is because we need to be needed.

Enough had been thought, and said, and felt, and imagined. It was about time that something should be done.

How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.

We must show our Christian colors, if we are to be true to Jesus Christ. We cannot remain silent or concede everything away.

As long as he doesn't convert it into action, it does not matter how much a man thinks about his repentance.