God, who foresaw your tribulation, has specially armed you to go through it, not without pain but without stain.

It is a good rule after reading a new book, never to allow yourself another new one till you have read an old one in between.

Joy is the serious business of heaven.

We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.

Those that hate goodness are sometimes nearer than those that know nothing at all about it and think they have it.

The moment you wake up each morning, all your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists in shoving it all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other, larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in.

You cannot love a fellow creature fully till you love God.

Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.