A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams.
The only great spirit of our time.
There is an easiness in salvation which is more difficult to us than all our efforts.
Fortunately the sky is beautiful everywhere.
God is rich in mercy. I know this wealth of his with the certainty of experience, I have touched it.
The children of God should not have any other country here below but the universe itself, with the totality of all the reasoning creatures it ever has contained, contains, or ever will contain. That is the native city to which we owe our love.