Faith is the spiritual house in which we live.

Men's private self-worlds are rather like our geographical world's seasons, storm, and sun, deserts, oases, mountains and abysses, the endless-seeming plateaus, darkness and light, and always the sowing and the reaping.

Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.

Sometimes there is a greater lack of communication in facile talking than in silence.

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.

I think one should forgive and remember .... If you forgive and forget in the usual sense, you're just driving what you remember into the subconscious; it stays there and festers. But to look, even regularly, upon what you remember and know you've forgiven is achievement.

Faith is the spiritual house in which we live.