Dearest Daughter. I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.

As Christians we are tempted to make unnecessary concessions to those outside the faith. We give in too much. Now, I don't mean that we should run the risk of making a nuisance of ourselves by witnessing at improper times, but there comes a time when we must show that we disagree.

Give up yourself, and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it.

The rule of the universe is that others can do for us what we cannot do for ourselves, and one can paddle every canoe except one's own.

Eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably.

The Christians are right: it is Pride which has been the chief cause of misery in every nation and every family since the world began.

The sense that in this universe we are treated as strangers, the longing to be acknowledged, to meet with some response, to bridge some chasm that yawns between us and reality, is part of our inconsolable secret. And surely, from this point of view, the promise of glory, in the sense described, becomes highly relevant to our deep desire. For glory meant good report with God, acceptance by God, response, acknowledgment, and welcome into the heart of things. The door on which we have been knocking all our lives will open at last.