The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

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

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.

Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's self and beauty's giver.

Just as a good rain clears the air, a good writing day clears the psyche.

As soon as she sees me she swings forward and hits a key on her keyboard. The music cuts off instantly. Strangely, the silence that follows seems just as loud.

Only so you can appeal to your God and pray Him to support and bless your courage, your work, your perseverance, your strength, your resolution, and with all these your claim on life.

To forgive freely, is what we owe to our enemy; to forget not, is what we owe to ourselves.

Making a success of the job at hand is the best step toward the kind you want.

In my opinion, no feminism worthy of the name is not methodologically post-marxist.

There was a young fellow from Trinity, Who took the square root of infinity. But the number of digits, Gave him the fidgets; He dropped Math and took up Divinity.

When the mind goes beyond the thought of 'the me,' the experiencer, the observer, the thinker, then there is a possibility of a happiness that is incorruptible.

That's where the conflict starts. We all want for a wife a combination Sunday school teacher and a $500-a-night hooker.

Surely the glory of journalism is its transience.