Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: “What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
To love at all is to be vulnerable.
If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it.
Do not waste time bothering whether you ‘love’ your neighbour; act as if you did. As soon as we do this we find one of the great secrets. When you are behaving as if you loved someone, you will presently come to love him.
There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.
Reality the iconoclast once more. Heaven will solve our problems, but not, I think, by showing us subtle reconciliations between all our apparently contradictory notions. The notions will all be knocked from under our feet. We shall see that there never was any problem.
Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.
The fact that our heart yearns for something Earth can’t supply is proof that Heaven must be our home.
Joy is the serious business of heaven.
To every soul, God will look like its first love because He IS its first love. Your place in heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it – made for it stitch by stitch as a glove is made for a hand.
Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden).
People who bore one another should meet seldom; people who interest one another, often.
You Too? I thought I was the only one.
Anger is the fluid love bleeds when cut.
Eros will have naked bodies; Friendship naked personalities.
A man can no more diminish God’s glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, ‘darkness’ on the walls of his cell.
I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.
And out of that hopeless attempt has come nearly all that we call human history—money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery—the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.
To be a Christian means to forgive the inexcusable because God has forgiven the inexcusable in you.
I gave in, and admitted that God was God.