The proof of salvation is not listening to the Word, or having a quick emotional response to the Word, or even cultivating the Word so that it grows in a life. The proof of salvation is fruit, for as Christ said, “Ye shall know them by their fruits...
Re-examine all that you have been told.
The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness, I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times, Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And has the nature of infinity.
Time is a storm in which we are all lost.
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.
Liberalism seems to be related to the distance people are from the problem.
Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.
A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.
Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.
You cannot heal yourself. You cannot heal anybody else. We're designed to do this in community because we were created inside community for community by community.
I know of no evil that ever existed, nor can imagine any evil to exist, worse than the tearing of seventy or eighty thousand persons every year from their own land.
