It is funny how mortals always picture us as putting things into their minds: in reality our best work is done by keeping things out.

I have often repented of speech but hardly ever of silence.

Perhaps the experience had been so complete that repetition would be vulgarity - like asking to hear the same symphony twice in a day.

Look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in

Let there be wicked kings and beheadings, battles and dungeons, giants and dragons, and let the villans be soundly killed at the end of the book. I think it is possible that by confining your child to the blameless stories of life in which nothing at all alarming ever happens, you would fail to banish the terrors, and would succeed in banishing all that can ennoble them or make them endurable.

There seems no plan because it is all plan.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.