... in the long run, there can be no joy for anybody until there is joy finally for us all

There is no event so common place but that God is present within it, always hidden, always leaving you room to recognize Him or not to recognize Him.

...words are in a way our godly sharing in the work of creation, and the speaking and writing of words is at once the most human and the most holy business we engage in.

... the world can give you these glimpses as well as fairy tales can--the smell of rain, the dazzle of sun on white clapboard with the shadows of ferns and wash on the line, the wildness of a winter storm when in the house the flame of a candle doesn't even flicker.

A Christian isn't necessarily any nicer than anybody else, just better informed.

And now brothers, I will ask you a terrible question, and God knows I ask it also of myself. Is the truth beyond all truths, beyond the stars, just this: that to live without him is the real death, that to die with him the only life?

To be wise is to be eternally curious.