What we call doubt is often simply dullness of mind and spirit, not the absence of faith at all, but faith latent with the lives we are not quite living, God dormant in the world to which we are not quite giving our best selves.

Art is so often better at theology than theology is.

I don't think that someone who does not speak the original language can ever expect to produce a real translation.

Nature poets can't walk across the backyard without tripping over an epiphany.

It's just that different emotions and perceptions demand different frequencies and intensities.

I honestly don’t know whether I am describing something essential about the way we know God or merely my own weakness of mind.

God is with us, not beyond us, in suffering.