Nobody stood by Jesus. Maybe nobody will stand by you. It's a lonely life, but it's a glorious life.

If weak in prayer we are weak everywhere.

Why in God's name do you expect to be accepted everywhere? How is it the world couldn't get on with the holiest man that ever lived, and it can get on with you and me?

Is the world crucified to you or does it fascinate you?

Three things faith does: it reckons on God; it risks with God (and) it rests in God.

The world has lost the power to blush over its vice; the Church has lost her power to weep over it.

I want to see the glory of God invade this generation.