We lost track of which was which, but we were fairly sure that some of the creatures had been borne away still in the darkness of paganism, and that worried us a good deal.

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

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.

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.

If you cannot please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few. To please many is bad.

I think I've lost my faith and I can't stop writingbecause I don't know howmuch longer I can hold on.

The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.

When you are non-judgmental, you are happy. Happiness depends on you, on your thoughts, on your attitude, on your ideas and vision, and nothing else.

it's back to school time. or as home-schoolers call it, stay-where-you-are time.

Terrorists continue to exploit divisions between law enforcement and the intelligence communities that limit the sharing of vital counterterrorism information.

Working people have alot of bad habits, but the worst of these is work.

Harry Potter has kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go so far as to call him my guest of honor.

The cruelest prison of all is the prison of the mind.

Relations between black and white would be greatly improved if we were more accepting of our fears and our feelings and more vocal about it.