Christianity, if false, is of no importance, and if true, of infinite importance. The only thing it cannot be is moderately important.

We are finite and God will not call us everywhere or to support every worthy cause. And real needs are not far from us.

In Gethsemane the holiest of all petitioners prayed three times that a certain cup might pass from Him. It did not.

Even in this world of course it is the stupidest children who are most childish and the stupidest grown-ups who are most grown-up.

Grief is like a bomber circling round and dropping its bombs each time the circle brings it overhead; physical pain is like the steady barrage on a trench in World War One, hours if it with no let-up for a moment. Thought is never static pain often is... is it not yet enough?

Anger is the fluid love bleeds when cut.

Now God designed the human machine to run on Himself. He Himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to burn, or the food our spirits were designed to feed on. There is no other.