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.

Be that self which one truly is.

My tactics were, by God's aid, to employ every means to make it clear what the requirement of Christianity truly is.

My standpoint is armed neutrality.

Out of love, God becomes man. He says: 'See, here is what it is to be a human being'.

Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth - look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.

What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?