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.

For a long time I used to think this a silly, straw-splitting distinction: how could you hate what a man did and not hate the man? But years later it occurred to me that there was one man to whom I had been doing this all my life - namely myself.

Redeemed humanity is still young, it has hardly come to its full strength. But already there is joy enough in the little finger of a great saint such as yonder lady to waken all the dead things of the universe into life.

If you are really a product of a materialistic universe, how is it that you don't feel at home there?

For prayer is request. The essence of request, as distinct from compulsion, is that it may or may not be granted.

Good, as it ripens, becomes continually more different not only from evil but from other good.

What would really satisfy us would be a God who said of anything we happened to like doing, 'What does it matter so long as they are contented?'