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

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.

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.

A risk is a risk because it's avoidable.

People say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness. It's not. It's eye bloody spy.

It is not easy but you have to be willing to make mistakes. And the earlier you make those mistakes the better.

Sunsets and death; death and therefore kisses, kisses and consequently birth and then death for yet another generation of sunset watchers.

Be so true to thyself, as thou be not false to others.

Gambling is a most foolish and imprudent pursuit.

You're just trying on different identities, like everyone in those Shakespeare plays. And the people we pretend at, they're already in us. That's why we pretend them in the first place.

The heart of the problem is not so much how we see objects in depth, as how we see the constant layout of the world around us. Space, as such, empty space, is not visible, but surfaces are.

Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.

Those prayers God likes best which come seething hot from the heart.