If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold.

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.

That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.

Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.

The scapegoat has always had the mysterious power of unleashing man's ferocious pleasure in torturing, corrupting, and befouling.

Doubt is nothing but a trivial agitation on the surface of the soul, while deep down there is a calm certainty.

A cemetery saddens us because it is the only place of the world in which we do not meet our dead again.

There is no accident in our choice of reading. All our sources are related.

A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.

Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.

I don’t want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.

Life is travelled at a pace one decides for themselves

Even a lie told for a good purpose has a way of perpetuating itself, doesn't it? Look at all the trouble I caused by refusing to tell the truth about Sarah's father."- Nell

God will hear His people at the beginning of their prayers if the condition of their heart is ready for it.

Upon the highest ridge of that round hill covered with planted oaks, the shafts of the trees show in the light like the columns of a ruin.

You take a text, you explore it, you enter it with all your heart and all your mind.

What I've learned is I want to enjoy my life, and food is a big part of it.

Don't fret, Grannie. We're going to a Bible retreat to scare the devil out of her

Men," Thom murmured. "Men who shook the pillars of heaven and rocked the world on its foundations." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Forget about them. They are dust now.

The occupational hazard of making a spectacle of yourself, over the long haul, is that at some point you buy a ticket too.