I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.

Evolution loves death more than it loves you or me. This is easy to write, easy to read, and hard to believe.

We teach our children one thing only, as we were taught: to wake up. We teach our children to look alive there, to join by words and activities the life of human culture on the planet

Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.

Why do we people in churches seem like cheerful, brainless tourists on a packaged tour of the Absolute?

If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair... or go into business. You’ve got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.

By dipping us children in the Bible so often, they hoped, I think, to give our lives a serious tint, and to provide us with quaintly magnificent snatches of prayer to produce as charms while, say, being mugged for our cash or jewels.