Imagine hidden in a simpler exterior a secret receptacle wherein the most precious treasure is deposited - there is a spring which has to be pressed, but the spring is hidden, and the pressure must have a certain strength, so that an accidental pressure would not be sufficient. So likewise is the hope of eternity hidden in man's inmost parts, and affliction is the pressure. When it presses the hidden spring, and strongly enough, then the contents appear in all their glory.

To love another person is to help them love God.

Take it and return it: the kiss of love.

Silence is the demon's trap, and the more one is silenced, the more terrible the demon; but silence is also the divinity's mutual understanding with the single individual.

To the frivolous Christianity is certainly not glad tidings, for it wishes first of all to make them serious.

To pace about, looking to obtain status, looking to attain 'importance' - I can think of nothing more ridiculous.

Wherever there is a crowd there is untruth.