“There is more you can do after you pray.”

Every Christian is not only a Christ bearer, but a Christ wearer.

It is the skeleton of truth, to be clothed and rounded out by the living graces of a holy life.

It is only the lean creature whose bones become offensive.

The Lord Himself is our vesture.

There has been a fresh effusion of the Spirit.

But there is nothing you can do until you pray.

To overpower and subdue and lead captive these wayward .

We are so to enter into Him by communion.

Doctrine is the frame-work of life.

Not simply the beauty of His holiness or the graces of His character, are we to put on as a garment.

The Holy Spirit, not the pope, is the vicar of Christ on earth.

As they see our garments when they look upon our bodies.

So it is the great end of Christian living to transmute the light of truth into the fruits of holy living.

And truant affections of the natural heart – this is what is needed.

It is the great work of nature to transmute sunlight into life.

Sorrow is only one of the lower notes in the oratorio of our blessedness.

Doctors say it’s okay to have sex after a heart attack, provided you close the ambulance door.

I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.

Life which should be high and full, lived for oneself, but not above all for others those who are at hand and those who are far distant, contemporaries, and those who will come after.

I was really scared to stay home alone when I was kid, and I would freak out whenever there was a noise after my parents left.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

Why do some people try, try again, and why do some people not? That’s what I’m after.

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

After money in the bank, a grudge is the next best thing.