At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky is a place of central calm.

Only the soul that knows the mighty grief can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.

Here is the Truth in a little creed, Enough for all the roads we go: In Love is all the law we need, In Christ is all the God we know.

No soul can be forever banned, Eternally bereft, Whoever falls from God's right hand Is caught into his left.

It is better to rust out than wear out.

By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two

Three were the fates. Poverty that chains; gray drudgery that grinds the hope away, and gaping ignorance that starves the soul.