You need a particular talent only to want to please. I don't have this talent.
What, at Peace with the Father, and at War with the (His) Children! It cannot be.
No doctrine is more excellent, or necessary to be preached and studied, than Jesus Christ, and him crucified.
Did Christ finish His work for us? Then there can be no doubt but He will also finish His work in us.
He is bread to the hungry, water to the thirsty, a garment to the naked, healing to the wounded; and whatever a soul can desire is found in Him.
The knowledge of Christ is profound and large. All other sciences are but shadows; this is a boundless, bottomless ocean. Though something of Christ be unfolded in one age, and something in another, yet eternity itself cannot full unfold him.
Christ [is] the very essence of all delights and pleasures, the very soul and substance of them. As all the rivers are gathered into the ocean, which is congregation or meeting-place of all waters in the world: so Christ is that ocean in which all true delights and pleasures meet. . . .
At some unnoticed moment, I began to understand that a life is written in indelible ink. What I've chosen, what's happened unchosen, can't be unmade or redone. Poetry, though, is a door that only continues to open. Even the unchangeable past changes inside a poem. Not the facts, but the feeling, the comprehension.
All men even, I have written, Jesus Christ began as flecks of tissue inside a woman's womb. Every boy must stagger out of the shadow of a mother goddess, whom he never fully escapes.
The supreme bliss that pulsates in the wake of meditation is your pure essence.
People just wanna see someone talking about themselves constantly. I'm not interested in that.