“Why do we insist on being the carpenters of our own crosses?”

“As it was, he surfed his way towards daylight on a couch infested with cigarette burns and drunken dreams.”

“They can't foresee what we intend to do next. This is why they lose their nerve. They can't cross the zone of silence they herd us into. A zone bordered on their side by the distant din of their false accusations, and on our side by our silent final intentions.”

“The difference between us and the one being disciplined by the church is not that we're not all sinners...but that we repent of our sin and he doesn't...we take God's side against our own sin”

“But, O alas! so long, so far,Our bodies why do we forbear?”

“If we are not our own, but the Lord's, it is clear to what purpose all our deeds must be directed. We are not our own, therefore neither our reason nor our will should guide us in our thoughts and actions. We are not our own, therefore we should not seek what is only expedient to the flesh. We are not our own, therefore let us forget ourselves and our own interests in as far as possible.”

“If we insist on being as sure as is conceivable... we must be content to creep along the ground, and never soar.”