Every spring he vowed to quit teaching school, and every summer he missed his pupils and searched for them on the streets.

Caring passionately about something isn't against nature, and it isn't against human nature. It's what we're here to do.

Every spring he vowed to quit teaching school, and every summer he missed his pupils and searched for them on the streets.

The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful?

The soul may ask God for anything, and never fail.

Unfortunately, nature is very much a now-you-see-it, now-you-don't affair. A fish flashes, then dissolves in the water before my eyes like so much salt. Deer apparently ascend bodily into heaven; the brightest oriole fades into leaves.

What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.