Growing maturity is marked by the increasing liberties we take with our travelling... we made the discovery (some people never make it) that real books can be taken on a journey and that hours of golden reading can so be added to its other delights.

The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.

God has infinite attention, infinite leisure to spare for each one of us. He doesn't have to take us in the line. You're as much alone with Him as if you were the only thing He'd ever created.

We cannot understand. The best is perhaps what we understand least.

Don't say it was delightful; make us say delightful when we've read the description. You see, all those words (horrifying, wonderful, hideous, exquisite) are only like saying to your readers Please will you do the job for me.

If the universe is so bad...how on earth did human beings ever come to attribute it to the activity of a wise and good Creator?

To love you as I should, I must worship God as Creator.