To the irreligious person heaven would be hell.

There are wounds of the spirit which never close and are intended in God's mercy to bring us nearer to Him, and to prevent us leaving Him by their very perpetuity. Such wounds then may almost be taken as a pledge, or at least as a ground for a humble trust, that God will give us the great gift of perseverance to the end. This is how I comfort myself in my own great bereavements.

Reason is God's gift, but so are the passions. Reason is as guilty as passion.

Faith ventures and hazards . . . counting the costs and delighting in the sacrifice.

I wonder what day I shall die on - one passes year by year over one's death day, as one might pass over one's grave.

This is what the Church is said to want, not party men, but sensible, temperate, sober, well-judging persons, to guide it through the channel of no-meaning, between the Scylla and Charybdis of Aye and no.

It is mutual respect which makes friendship lasting.