The risen Lord is the new Temple, the real meeting place between God and man.

Ultimately, in the battle against lies and violence, truth and love have no other weapon than the witness of suffering.

Something of God... flows into us from the blue of the sky, the taste of honey, the delicious embrace of water whether cold or hot, and even from sleep itself.

To deprive the derelicts of hope is right, and to sustain them in their illusory "pipe dreams" is right also.

That's not FOR REAL.

Think of this - that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other.

A glorious life is filled with companions who have open hearts.

It is not true that men can be divided into absolutely honest persons and absolutely dishonest ones. Our honesty varies with the strain put on it.

Reading with children is an enormous gift to them. It's a great honor to invite children to read with adults.

We all mourn in our own way. I mourn with a great steak.

When Jesus died on the cross and cried out, 'It is finished!' He not only died for our sins, but for our diseases too.

Nobody beats a bunch of journalists for inflating their rather mundane straightforward chores with a lot more melodrama and self-importance than the job should be asked to contain.