When I think of all the harm [the Bible] has done, I despair of ever writing anything to equal it.

Suffering is one very long moment.

something was dead in each of us,and what was dead was hope.

Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand For I am drowning in a stormier sea Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee:The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,My heart is as some famine-murdered land Whence all good things have perished utterly, And well I know my soul in Hell must lieIf this night before God's throne should stand.