What's lost is nothing to what's found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.

Not to love is, psychically, spiritually, to die. To live for yourself alone, hoarding your life for your own sake, is in almost every sense that matters to reduce your life to a life hardly worth the living, and thus to lose it.

Toleration is often just indifference in disguise.

If it seems a childish thing to do, do it in remembrance that you are a child.

Sin and grace, absence and presence, tragedy and comedy, they divide the world between them and where they meet head on, the Gospel happens.

There is no event so common place but that God is present within it, always hidden, always leaving you room to recognize Him or not to recognize Him.

I don't know that it makes any difference whether it's at this time or a hundred years before or a hundred years later. I think always it's a matter of simply listen[ing] to what is going on around you and in your own experience. Try to understand what's happening, or if not to understand it, at least to appreciate the reality of it.