The more we get what we now call 'ourselves' out of the way and let Him take us over, the more truly ourselves we become.

Redeemed humanity is still young, it has hardly come to its full strength. But already there is joy enough in the little finger of a great saint such as yonder lady to waken all the dead things of the universe into life.

Education is only the most fully conscious of the channels whereby each generation influences the next.

Why love, if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore: only the life I have lived. Twice in that life I've been given the choice: as a boy and as a man. The boy chose safety, the man chooses suffering. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.

If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.

It's like the sound of a chuckle in the darkness. The sense that some shattering and disarming simplicity is the real answer.

The unhistorical are usually, without knowing it, enslaved to a fairly recent past.