To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to 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.
A continual looking forward to the eternal world is not a form of escapism or wishful thinking.
Virtue — even attempted virtue — brings light; indulgence brings fog.
Humility is not thinking less of yourself, but thinking of yourself less.
You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace.
God is basic Fact. He must not be thought of as a featureless generality. He is the most concrete thing there is.
There are two kinds of people: those who say to God, “Thy will be done,” and those to whom God says, “All right, then, have it your way.”
You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.
God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.
Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.
Though our feelings come and go, God’s love for us does not.
Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained
God, who foresaw your tribulation, has specially armed you to go through it, not without pain but without stain
This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.
I do not believe one can settle how much we ought to give. I am afraid the only safe rule is to give more than we can spare.
If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.
We’re not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.
I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.
Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are better things ahead than any we leave behind.
You play the hand you’re dealt. I think the game’s worthwhile.
This year, or this month, or, more likely, this very day, we have failed to practice ourselves the kind of behavior we expect from other people.
Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted in spite of your changing moods.