Our enemies can deal a blow to us any time they wish. They did not wait for permission to do this. They do not deal a blow with prior notice. They do not take action because they can't.

Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

Any time you think you have the game conquered, the game will turn around and punch you right in the nose.

Today, for the first time in history, a Bishop of Rome sets foot on English soil. This fair land, once a distant outpost of the pagan world, has become, through the preaching of the Gospel, a beloved and gifted portion of Christ's vineyard.