“And my haunting instinct that somehow good was not merely a tool to be used, but a relic to be guarded, like the goods from Crusoe's ship--even that had been the wild whisper of something originally wise, for, according to Christianity, we were indeed the survivors of a wreck, the crew of a golden ship that had gone down before the beginning of the world.”

“Papa was right, after all. A ship's crew was like a family, and together we had done what we never could have managed alone.”

“and it was not until I began to think, that I began fully to know how wrecked I was, and how the ship in which I had sailed was gone to pieces.”

“Are we the wreck or the ship of God's Word?”

“It is not the ship in the water but the water in the ship that sinks it. So it is not the Christian in the world but the world in the Christian that constitutes the danger. Anything that dims my vision of Christ, or takes away my taste for Bible study, or cramps my prayer life, or makes Christian work difficult, is wrong for me, and I must, as a Christian, turn away from it. ~J. Wilbur Chapman”

“The greatest of poems is an inventory.Every kitchen tool becomes ideal because Crusoe might have dropped itin the sea. It is a good exercise, in empty or ugly hours of the day, tolook at anything, the coal-scuttle or the book-case, and think how happyone could be to have brought it out of the sinking ship on to thesolitary island.”