I long to kiss the image of my death.

Men tell us sometimes there is no such thing as an atheist. There must be. There are some men to whom it is true that there is no God. They cannot see God because they have no eye. They have only an abortive organ, atrophied by neglect.

Do not quarrel ... with your lot in life. Do not complain of its never-ceasing cares, its petty environment, the vexations you have to stand, the small and sordid souls you have to live and work with.

On what does the Christian argument for Immortality really rest? It stands upon the pedestal on which the theologian rests the whole of historical Christianity-the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Ten minutes spent in the presence of Christ every day, aye, two minutes, will make the whole day different.

There can be no greatness in things. Things cannot be great. The only greatness is unselfish love.

I long to kiss the image of my death.