Music begins where words leave off. Music expresses the inexpressible. If there is a Kingdom of Heaven, it lies in music.

I have written much about many good places. But the best places of all, I have never mentioned.

Is there a God? Who knows? Is there an angry unicorn on the dark side of the moon?

The best argument for Christianity is the Gregorian chant. Listening to that music, one can believe anything -- while the music lasts.

A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.

I thought of the wilderness we had left behind us, open to sea and sky, joyous in its plenitude and simplicity, perfect yet vulnerable, unaware of what is coming, defended by nothing, guarded by no one.

What did Jesus say to the headwaiter at the Last Supper? 'Separate checks, please.'