Some minds are made of blotting-paper: you can write nothing on them distinctly. They swallow the ink, and you find a large spot. – Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers
While the resurrection promises us a new and perfect life in the future, God loves us too much to leave us alone to contend with the pain, guilt and loneliness of our present life. – Josh McDowell