I desired dragons with a profound desire.
Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.
Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will...
All shall be done, but it may be harder than you think.
I sometimes think that writing is like driving a sheep down the road. If there's any gate open to the left or the right the reader will most certainly go into it.
We appear to be saying something very important aboutsomething: and actually we are only saying something about our own feelings.
Make no mistake,' He says, 'if you let me, I will make you perfect. The moment you put yourself in My hands, that is what you are in for. Nothing less, or other, than that. You have free will, and if...
Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives h...
The perfect surrender and humiliation were undergone by Christ: perfect because He was God, surrender and humiliation because He was man.
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robbe...
When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of 'No answer.' It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He...
Your patient has become humble; have you drawn his attention to the fact? All virtues are less formidable to us once the man is aware that he has them, but this is specially true of humility.
We are, not metaphorically but in very truth, a Divine work of art, something that God is making, and therefore something with which He will not be satisfied until it has a certain character. Here aga...
This world is a great sculptor’s shop. We are the statues and there’s a rumor going around the shop that some of us are someday going to come to life.
The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.
Talk to me about the truth of religion and I'll listen gladly. Talk to me about the duty of religion and I'll listen submissively. But don't come talking to me about the consolations of religion or I...
No man can be an exile if he remembers that all the world is one city.
Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal.
I wish I had never been born, she said. What are we born for? For infinite happiness, said the Spirit. You can step out into it at any moment...
Feelings, and feelings, and feelings. Let me try thinking instead.