Salvation was universally considered to be much more becoming in women than in men.

Love is holy because it is like grace--the worthiness of its object is never really what matters.

Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life.

Every sorrow suggests a thousand songs and every song recalls a thousand sorrows and so they are infinite in number and all the same.

I am grateful for all those dark years, even though in retrospect they seem like a long, bitter prayer that was answered finally.

We are part of a mystery, a splendid mystery within which we must attempt to orient ourselves if we are to have a sense of our own nature.

This is an interesting planet. It deserves all the attention you can give it.

There is more beauty than our eyes can bear, precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm.

Ordinary things have always seemed numinous to me

When we did not move or speak, there was no proof that we were there at all.

Because, once alone, it is impossible to believe that one could ever have been otherwise. Loneliness is an absolute discovery.

I believe the uncertain times are almost upon us, and they are much more uncertain than I imagined.

Ethics and I had crossed paths recently, and I’m not sure that I fell on the right side of the morality line.

The reason a lot of people do not recognize opportunity is because it usually goes around wearing overalls looking like hard work.

I constantly walk into a room and I don't remember why. But for some reason, I think there's going to be a clue in the fridge.

We like the wrong sorts of girls, they wrote. They are usually the ones worth writing about.

Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon

It is better to have no sight than it is to have no vision.

The United States must get a taste of its own poison.

It is time that we admitted that faith is nothing more than the license religious people give one another to keep believing when reasons fail.

When you lose a lover it's like getting a bad haircut. It grows back in time.