Poets and monks... We're both sort of peripheral to the world.

Friendship is an art, and very few persons are born with a natural gift for it.

Just the knowledge that a good book is waiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.

Prayer is not asking for what you think you want, but asking to be changed in ways you can't imagine.

I wonder if children don't begin to reject both poetry and religion for similar reasons, because the way both are taught takes the life out of them.

Not money, or success, or position or travel or love makes happiness,--service is the secret.

In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular.

But hope has an astonishing resilience and strength. Its very persistence in our hearts indicates that it is not a tonic for wishful thinkers but the ground on which realists stand.

Disconnecting from change does not recapture the past. It loses the future.

Peace - that was the other name for home.

Only Christ could have brought us all together, in this place, doing such absurd but necessary things.

We can not improve humanity if everyone is conforming to society's standards. Set your own standard, and find out for yourself.

Love sticks around even when it has a lot to put up with.

‎"If a person is not willing to take responsibility for themselves, it does not excuse them from not taking responsibility when their bad choices affect others.

Enjoy most: the prospect of having an impact on the public debate. Irritating liberals is a close second.

I have money, but my most important capital is the trust of the people.

Let man heal the hurt places and revere whatever is still miraculously pristine.

...She thinks, for the hundredth time, that in their emotional life all these intelligent men use a level so much lower than anything they use for work, that they might be different creatures.

The future is always present, as a promise, a lure and a temptation.

The joy of the Lord will arm us against the assaults of our spiritual enemies, and, put our mouths out of taste for those pleasures with which the tempter baits his hooks.

I prefer ugliness to beauty, because ugliness endures.