We must be careful with our lives, for Christ's sake, because it would seem that they are the only lives we are going to have in this puzzling and perilous world, and so they are very precious and what we do with them matters enormously.

If we are to love our neighbors, before doing anything else we must see our neighbors. With our imagination as well as our eyes, that is to say like artists, we must see not just their faces but the life behind and within their faces. Here it is love that is the frame we see them in.

I was deeply influenced by an Episcopal laywoman named Agnes Sanford, who in her day was quite famous as a faith healer, which is a term I've always distrusted, because it conjures up charlatanry. She was not a charlatan. She was the real thing, and she had had remarkable healings.

You hear as many things as you would imagine. I hear voices of people I loved once. I hear moments that took place. I hear silences.

We have God's joy in our blood.

True faith, a simple life, a helping hand- the three things prized most in Heaven.

Beneath the worst the world can do, there is always the glimmer of the best.