Failure means nothing now, only that it taught me life.

The devil has made it his business to monopolize on three elements: noise, hurry, crowds. He will not allow quietness.

Cold prayers, like cold suitors, are seldom effective in their aims.

We fundamentalists are a pack of mood-loving showoffs. I'm sure the Minor Prophets would have found subject for correction.

His enthusiasm and willingness to use what he learned made him get ahead in Spanish.

Let not him who accepts light in an instant despise him who gropes months in shadows.

It takes a while for revelry to turn to reverence, and much repetition of truth to eventual turn young zeal into habitual channels for good.

The spirit is liquid and easily flows and surges, sinking and boiling with the currents of circumstances. Bringing every thought into the obedience of Christ is no easy-chair job.

Eternity shall be at once a great eye-opener and a great mouth-shutter." -Jim Elliot

Needs multiply as they are met. Woe to the man who would live a disentangled life. Be on guard, my soul, of complicating your environment so that you have neither time nor room for growth!

But as the years went on, I realised that what I really want to be, all told, is a human. Just a productive, honest, courteously treated human.

Lifeless life is the very thing Jesus came to rescue us from.

Every person has felt pain, some deeper than others, some pain inmeasurable It is a choice to reframe that pain as power to create change~bns

There are many good things about getting older, but no one knows what they are.

I am interested in politics so that one day I will not have to be interested in politics.

I never, nor will I, put another person down to feel better about myself. I will live and die by what I do, not what anyone else thinks about me.

Life after death is the elephant in the living room, the one that we are not supposed to notice.

There's something in human nature, the trying-to-get-on-with-it quality of people, the struggle to maintain or keep the show going can be exhausting.

When I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With the Intolerable Good. And there's one thing that I know well, I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell!

It is a pity that the words "spiritual life" were ever invented, for they have caused so much confusion. For, in truth, there is only life-everyday life-which is simply what is at every moment.