The artful injury, whose venomed dart scarce wounds the hearing, while it stabs the heart.

The sober comfort, all the peace which springs from the large aggregate of little things.

Prayer is not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of helplessness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but earnestness of soul.

Forgiveness is the economy of the heart... forgiveness saves the expense of anger, the cost of hatred, the waste of spirits.

A crown! what is it? It is to bear the miseries of a people! To hear their murmurs, feel their discontents, And sink beneath a load of splendid care!

Absence in love is like water upon fire; a little quickens, but much extinguishes it.

No man ever repented of being a Christian on his death bed.

The misfortune is, that religious learning is too often rather considered as an act of the memory than of the heart and affections; as a dry duty, rather than a lively pleasure.

We are apt to mistake our vocation by looking out of the way for occasions to exercise great and rare virtues, and by stepping over the ordinary ones that lie directly in the road before us.

There are only two bad things in this world, sin and bile.

The world does not require so much to be informed as to be reminded.

I'd far rather be happy than right any day.

Spiritual practices performed in the middle of our mundane days bring us into the presence of an astonishing God.

With lead he shaded love into the woman's eyes.

I've lived to see key parts of my research absorbed in textbooks and in central banks around the world. And some finance ministries, too.

One does not want glory accepted as a matter of course. One wants to shock and astonish people with it.

There are just certain times I sense the Lord is wanting me to write, and so I write.

He who can conceal his joys, is greater than he who can hide his griefs

Some pretences daunt and discourage us, while others raise us to a brisk assurance.

I've always thought that gaming and YouTube and the web is a very post-punk extravaganza.

Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker. [Lat., Namque sub Aurora jam dormitante lucerna Sommia quo cerni tempore vera solent.]