That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?

I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell I have been looking at. I know the beauty of our Lord by it.

Your personal boundaries protect the inner core of your identity and your right to choices.

Glory be to God for dappled things.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

For Christ plays in ten thousand places,/ Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his/ To the Father through the features of men’s faces.

ELECTED Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear.

Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.

What I do is me, for that I came.

She leaned into me, and when I closed my eyes, I knew I wanted nothing more than to hold her this way forever.

Our consciousness is primitive

Sometimes it's right to do the wrong thing.

I'll keep evolving and put that into my songs.

Painting, which is essentially a rhythmic harmony of coloured spaces. Realism was the death of art. Great art should come from the harmony of two lines.

I live in an apocalyptic dream. My steps fit into it so precisely that I fear most of all I will grow bored reliving the thing so exactly.

I felt bad for that world that we have given a generation of kids.

The head has no purpose in the golf swing. It simply goes where the body takes it

I feel better off doing what I know how to do. I feel a strong element of fictional style in travel writing anyway. Some call it creative nonfiction.

I can't say I really see much difference between my son and daughters except that my girls will occasionally make me a sandwich and my son won't.