Sin Carries In It Its Own Misery.

God Has Made Us To Be Conduits Of His Grace. The Danger Is In Thinking The Conduit Should Be Lined With Gold. It Shouldn't. Copper Will Do.

Little Hearts, Little Souls Give Little Lusts Big Power. Big Hearts Give Little Lusts Little Power.

The Very Longing For Contentment That Ought To Drive Us To Simplicity Of Life And Labors Of Love Contents Itself Instead With The Broken Cisterns Of Prosperity And Comfort.

The Thought Of Building A Life Around Minimal Morality Or Minimal Significance—a Life Defined By The Question, “what Is Permissible?”—felt Almost Disgusting To Me. I Didn’t Want A Minimal Life. I Didn’t Want To Live On The Outskirts Of Reality. I Wanted To Understand The Main Thing About Life And Pursue It.

Redemption Is Not Perfection. The Redeemed Must Realize Their Imperfections.