It is the normal state of the human heart to try to build its identity around something besides God.

People settle for a level of despair they can tolerate and call it happiness.

Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted? And If I am compelled to take part in it, where is the director? I want to see him.

If anyone on the verge of action should judge himself according to the outcome, he would never begin.

The deepest form of despair is to choose to be another than himself.

Idleness, we are accustomed to say, is the root of all evil. To prevent this evil, work is recommended.... Idleness as such is by no means a root of evil; on the contrary, it is truly a divine life, if one is not bored.

What labels me, negates me.