On Good Friday Jesus died But rose again at Eastertide.....Lord, teach us to understand that your Son died to save us not from suffering but from ourselves, not from injustice...but from being unjust. He died that we might live - but live as he lives, by dying as he died who died to himself.

It may be infinitely worse to refuse to forgive than to murder, because

Many a thief is a better man than many a clergyman, and miles nearer to the gate of the kingdom.

How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.

Now and then, when I look round on my books, they seem to waver as if a wind rippled their solid mass, and another world were about to break through.

Come, then, affliction, if my Father wills, and be my frowning friend. A friend that frowns is better than a smiling enemy.

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