I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.

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.

In low theologies, hell is invariably the deepest truth, and the love of God is not so deep as hell.

If you care to see God, be pure. If you will not be pure, you will grow more and more impure.

A perfect faith would lift us absolutely above fear

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.

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