“God the Father’s a deep root; the Son’s the shoot that breaks into the world; the Spirit spreads the beauty & fragrance.”

Out of the frying pan, into the fire.

Arguments about Scripture achieve nothing but a stomachache and a headache.

Daily, every moment, prayer is necessary to men.

Where our joy is, there should our work be.

I believe because it is absurd.

The more you mow us down, the more numerous we grow; the blood of Christians is seed.

You can’t undo anything you’ve already done, but you can face up to it. You can tell the truth. You can seek forgiveness. And then let God do the rest.

The Christian does not hurt even his enemy.

The pleasure of those who injure you lies in your pain. Therefore they will suffer if you take away their pleasure by not feeling pain.

You cannot parcel out freedom in pieces because freedom is all or nothing.

Truth engenders hatred of truth. As soon as it appears, it is the enemy.

The state of faith allows no mention of impossibility.

Discipline is an index to doctrine.

The first reaction to truth is hatred.

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.

The Son of God died; it is by all means to be believed because it is absurd. And he was buried and rose again; the fact is certain, because it is impossible.

Nobody is allowed to break the law.

And in between a guilty laughter that pretended to move on, her eyes shed tears of reality and broke all her delusions.

You said I was sunshine breaking shadows into your night.

Those broken girls have the deepest love.

The broken girls are the flowers of the earth they grow through tough conditions they bloom for themselves,

There’s still magic in a heart that’s been broken.

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.

When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.