Every man carries a wound. I have never met a man without one. No matter how good your life may have seemed to you, you live in a broken world full of broken people.

Faith looks back and draws courage; hope looks ahead, and keeps desire alive.

She is the crescendo, the final, astonishing work of God. Woman. In one last flourish creation comes to a finish with Eve. She is the Master's finishing touch.

Reading the Gospels, without the personality of Jesus, is like watching television with the sound turned off.

Contentment can only happen as we increase desire, let it run itself out towar its fulfilment, and carry us along with it.

For after years of living in a cage, a lion no longer even believes it is a lion . . . and a man no longer believes he is a man.

If only Jesus' followers shared his personality. That one shift alone would correct so many of the ridiculous and horrifying things that pass for popular Christianity.