In times of storm and tempest, of indecision and desolation, a book already known and loved makes better reading than something new and untried ... nothing is so warming and companionable.

If you lose your reason, you lose it into the hands of God....It's the only place where anything is safe. And when you're dead it's only what's there you'll have. Nothing else.

The child in us is always there, you know, and it's the best part of us, the winged part that travels farthest.

Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly, though her lips were still, and every pulse in her body beating its hammer strokes in time to the song.

He grinned at her, and she grinned at him, and it seemed to Maria that suddenly the sun came out.

All human beings have their otherness and it is that which cries out to the heart.

Don't waste hate on pink geranium.