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.

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

Memory can make a thing seem to have been much more than it was.

A man can know his father, or his son, and there might still be nothing between them but loyalty and love and mutual incomprehension.

. . . there is an absolute disjunction between our Father's love and our deserving.

That is to say, I pray for you. And there's an intimacy in it. That's the truth.

It seems to me people tend to forget that we are to love our enemies, not to satisfy some standard of righteousness but because God their Father loves them.

When something ought to be true then it proves to be a very powerful truth.

It seems to me some people just go around lookin' to get their faith unsettled. That has been the fashion for the last hundred years or so.

I think the attempt to defend belief can unsettle it, in fact, because there is always an inadequacy in argument about ultimate things.

Well, but you two are dancing around in your iridescent little downpour, whooping and stomping as sane people ought to do when they encounter a thing so miraculous as water.

I don’t want to be an anti, against anybody. I simply want to be the builder of a great affirmation: the affirmation of God, who loves us and who wants to save us.

Days are like trains, they will just zoom by. You can be zapped seeing them pass or you can jump on to one of them and enjoy the Journey.

Marley was dead: to begin with.

What comes from oneself is nearly from no one. There is only me as a link.

Portland is where young people go to retire.

Our mission in life is not to discover our fate as we go along, or even to procreate, but rather to fill up the endless gray void that is time.

I didn't know that, you take your coffee seriously, dont you?' 'Every morning, I run to the coffeemaker like a soldier returning to a lost love after the war.

The author of the Mahabharata has not established the necessity of physical warfare; on the contrary he has proved its futility.

Remember that I wrote a pavane for a dead princess, and not a dead pavane for a princess!

Most urgently, women's identity must be premised upon our 'beauty' so that we will remain vulnerable to outside approval, carrying the vital sensitive organ of self-esteem exposed to the air.