No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

Well, you know how it feels if you begin hoping for something that you want desperately badly; you almost fight against the hope because it is too good to be true; you've been disappointed so often before.

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations--these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.

God loves us NOT because we're lovable, because He is love. Not because He needs to receive, because He delights to give.

You can't analyze God. He is too awesome, too big, too mysterious.

A pipe gives a wise man time to think and a fool something to stick in his mouth.

God is the food our spirits were designed to feed on.