If all experienced God in the same way and returned Him an identical worship, the song of the Church triumphant would have no symphony, it would be played like an orchestra in which all instruments played the same note.

“You talk far too much...Procure for me at once a chariot or a flying carpet or …”

“It is very foolish to shut oneself into any wardrobe.”

“In reading Chesterton, as in reading MacDonald, I did not know what I was letti…”

“Not my idea of God, but God. Not my idea of H., but H. Yes, and also not my ide…”