The truly wide taste in reading is that which enables a man to find something for his needs on the sixpenny tray outside any secondhand bookshop.

All that is not eternal is eternally out of date.

Every Christian would agree that a man's spiritual health is exactly proportional to his love for God.

In God there is no hunger that needs to be filled, only plenteousness that desires to give.

The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, 'What? You too? I thought I was the only one!

Those who cannot conceive of Friendship as a substantive love but only as a disguise or elaboration of Eros betray the fact that they have never had a Friend.

The mark of Friendship is not that help will be given when the pinch comes (of course it will) but that, having been given, it makes no difference at all.

Once when I had remarked on the affection quite often found between cat and dog, my friend replied, "Yes. But I bet no dog would ever confess it to the other dogs.

Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .

Nature never taught me that there exists a God of glory and of infinite majesty. I had to learn that in other ways. But nature gave the word "glory" a meaning for me.

We were made for God. Only by being in some respect like Him, only by being a manifestation of His beauty, lovingkindness, wisdom or goodness, has any earthly Beloved excited our love.

Jesus consistently put people before rules.

No level of obstacle can prevail in crippling a mind that's continuously fed with positive self-talk.

I wrote this about you, about our love, our story. And I feel so damn lucky that others in this world, strangers in other parts, can steal a piece of what we have and feel so lucky too.

Most of our parents wanted the best for us, I knew, but we also wanted the best for them.

Christmas is a tonic for our souls. It moves us to think of others rather than of ourselves. It directs our thoughts to giving.

Faith is the act of trust by which one being, a sinner, commits himself to another being, a Saviour.

I'm sure that it's not good not to be around people.

Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.

We've replaced the proclamation of Christ with an easy-listening legalism of do more and try harder.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.