Every call of Christ leads into death.

We have grown so accustomed to the idea of divine love...that we no longer sense the awe that God's coming should awaken in us.

Judging others makes us blind, whereas love is illuminating.

The beginning of love for the brethren is learning to listen to them.

Death reveals that the world is not as it should be but that it stands in need of redemption. Christ alone is the conquering of death.

In normal life we hardly realize how much more we receive than we give, and life cannot be rich without such gratitude. It is so easy to overestimate the importance of our own achievements compared with what we owe to the help of others.

Where is love more glorified than where she dwells in the midst of her enemies?