If we do not die to ourselves, we cannot live to God, andhe that does not live to God, is dead.

What I would say is this, that the light is not blinding because God would hide, but because the truth is too glorious for our vision.

A perfect faith would lift us absolutely above fear

The more I work with the body, keeping my assumptions in a temporary state of reservation, the more I appreciate and sympathize with a given disease. The body no longer appears as a sick or irrational demon, but as a process with its own inner logic and wisdom.

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

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.

There is no inborn longing that shall not be fulfilled. I think that is as certain as the forgiveness of sins.