Whenever you are fed up with life, start writing: ink is the great cure for all human ills, as I have found out long ago.

There is a story about a schoolboy who was asked what he thought God was like. He replied that, as far as he could make out, God was 'the sort of person who is always snooping around to see if anyone is enjoying himself and then trying to stop it.'

You can't lay down any pattern for God. There are many different ways of bringing people into his Kingdom, even some ways that I specially dislike! I have therefore learned to be cautious in my judgment.

Adventures are never fun while you're having them.

But now I discovered the wonderful power of wine. I understood why men become drunkards. For the way it worked on me was not at all that it blotted out these sorrows, but that it made them seem glorious and noble, like sad music, and I somehow great and revered for feeling them.

There is no neutral ground in the universe. Every square inch, every split second is claimed by God, and counterclaimed by Satan.

We do know that no person can be saved except through Christ. We do not know that only those who know Him can be saved by Him.