It is the heart that is not sure of its God that is afraid to laugh in His presence.

Love makes everything lovely; hate concentrates itself on the one thing hated.

Those are not the tears of repentance!... Self-loathing is not sorrow. Yet it is good, for it marks a step in the way home, and in the father's arms the prodigal forgets the self he abominates.

It is the heart that is not sure of its God that is afraid to laugh in His presence.

The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.

It is to the man who is trying to live, to the man who is obedient to the word of the Master, that the word of the Master unfolds itself.

But there is no veil like light--no adamantine armor against hurt like the truth.