Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests.

I'm always looking, and I'm always asking questions.

Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.

Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe.

It is tragic that many in America think of us - Christians - as being people who hate others.

Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion, would you chose a person from the crowd there. A person to suffer as you suffer.

To learn and to love, that is what we are here for, any activity which is not grounded in one of these two is a waste of time.