But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends. Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.

The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.

I´m a stranger in a strange land.

Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.

And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.

The value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.