Memory is a crazy woman who hoards colored rags and throws away food.
All things come to him who waits - even justice.
The fear we throw about danger is always as disproportionate as a paternal shirt on an infant.
You are not obliged to put on evening clothes to meet God.
Ugliness is a point of view; an ulcer is wonderful to a pathologist.
Practical prayer is harder on the soles of your shoes than on the knees of your trousers.