We’ve spent centuries moving them away from that word virtue and especially The Virtues and that’s precisely how we did it —by making it lower case.

— Geoffrey Wood

When everything all in a moment comes together, surprisingly perfect, it doesn’t prove there’s a loving God; but if there is, isn’t it perfect when all in a moment, God proves how surprisingly He loves?

— Geoffrey Wood

When sex was something godlike, Lust was the profane curiosity that killed many a straying cat. Now, having removed mystery, Lust is less a long-standing, overpowering yearning, a more sudden craving of the appetite. Less quest, more impulse buy.

— Geoffrey Wood

When someone mortal yet eternal human merely being relying on precisely nothing but the audacious love of his Maker, calls on Him to part the Heavens, well, we are undone.

— Geoffrey Wood

When their minds mingle with His magnanimity, something of eternity rubs off on their imaginations.

— Geoffrey Wood

When young, the humans are all Imagination because Memory is so much smaller a part of their experience, so little of them is grounded in it. As they grow older, however, Memory overtakes their Imagination, outweighs it. But when they pray with ever-increasing confidence, they see with an ever-increasing and youthful Imagination and such burgeoning of possibility causes even their Memory to be lightened and redeemed. The scales fall from their eyes, and they wait on their Father with the same childlike wonder that watches a sunrise to see what might happen this time.

— Geoffrey Wood

Where faith costs nothing, faith loses respect, even to those who possess it.

— Geoffrey Wood

With addiction, a client’s fears can be ripened into some very pleasing fruit: Irritability, auspiciousness, isolation, paranoia, and finally on to that grand banana —the fear of Fear itself.

— Geoffrey Wood

Without God, reality is madness. Reason will tell you so. You either madly trust in God, or you trust in a world gone mad without him.

— Geoffrey Wood

With Truth, Reason, and Morality off the board, we then capture their last Rook —that prissy little virtue, Temperance— for she depends on those other three for her beauty and was thus left wholly undefended.

— Geoffrey Wood