“Do this work until you feel the delight of it.”

Work until your idols become your rivals.

Save water. Shower with your girlfriend.

We are all in the same game, just different levels, dealing with the same hell, just different devils.

We live by faith and not by sight.

The ink of the scholar is more holy than the blood of the martyr.

You don’t find willpower, you create it.

Why the hell not?

My main goal in life is to be as good of a person my dogs already think I am.

It’s going to be hard, but hard doesn’t mean impossible.

Amidst the mists and coldest frosts he thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.

His love roared louder than her demons.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.

The real trouble with reality is that there is no background music.

For GOD is greater than our hearts, and He knows everything.

For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but of power and of love and of calm and well balanced mind and discipline and self-control.

When money talks, Nobody checks the grammar.

The imagination is the spur of delights… all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?

Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight.

We delight in one knowable thing, which comprehends all that is knowable; in one apprehensible, which draws together all that can be apprehended; in a single being that includes all, above all in the one which is itself the all.

The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skilful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well, – this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection and of sociality as a whole.

The Christian conceives of his abode on Earth in no more delightful colors than the Jainist sectarian. He sees in it only a time of sad trial; he also thinks that his true country is not of this world.

Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.

Good art wounds as well as delights. It must, because our defenses against the truth are wound so tightly around us. But as art chips away at our defenses, it also opens us to healing potentialities that transcend intellectual games and ego-preserving strategies.

Formerly I regarded it miserable business to be a Christian, but now I think differently. Once I thought certain things delightful, now I think them vile. Once I thought other things utterly worthless, now I think them most precious. That is a change of mind, and that is repentance.