Sexual appetite, like any other appetite, grows by indulgence

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

No good poem, however confessional it may be, is just a self-expression. Who on earth would claim that the pearl expresses the oyster?

To make Christianity a private affair while banishing all privacy is to relegate it to the rainbow's end or the Greek Calends.

A universe whose only claim to be believed in rests on the validity of inference must not start telling us the inference is invalid.

God will look to every soul like its first love because He is its first love.

The time when there is nothing at all in your soul except a cry for help may be just that time when God can't give it: you are like the drowning man who can't be helped because he clutches and grabs. Perhaps your own reiterated cries deafen you to the voice you hoped to hear.