That vague and wandering opinion of Deity is declared by an apostle to be ignorance of God:

You never go away from us, yet we have difficulty in returning to You. Come, Lord, stir us up and call us back. Kindle and seize us. Be our fire and our sweetness. Let us love. Let us run.

The Bible was composed in such a way that as beginners mature, its meaning grows with them.

The punishment of every disordered mind is its own disorder.

The soul is "torn apart in a painful condition as long as it prefers the eternal because of its Truth but does not discard the temporal because of familiarity.

Such is the strength of the burden of habit. Here I have the power to be but do not wish it. There I wish to be but lacks the power. On both grounds, I'm in misery.

I held my heart back from positively accepting anything, since I was afraid of another fall, and in this condition of suspense I was being all the more killed.

Every day my conscience makes confession relying on the hope of Your mercy as more to be trusted than its own innocence.

What do I love when I love my God?

For what am I to myself without You, but a guide to my own downfall?

I fell away from you, my God, and I went astray, too far astray from you, the support of my youth, and I became to myself a land of want.

My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.

I don't mean to be funny.

When 'Foyle's War' ended in 2010 after seven series, I was sad but not despondent. After all, ITV had already axed the show once in 2007, then brought it back due to public demand.

Why should I talk to you? I don't know where you're from.

Nature creates nothing without a purpose.

If a woman is worth remembering,' said my grandmother, 'there is no need to have her name carved in letters.

DNA was my only gold rush. I regarded DNA as worth a gold rush.

We should treat children as God does us, who makes us happiest when He leaves us under the influence of innocent delusions.

Rid yourself of anything that is not directed toward God.

Years have passed and how I am anxiously watching the twilight of my childhood, quietly sinking, never to rise again.