The most powerful movement of feeling with a liturgy is the prayer which seeks for nothing special, but is a yearning to escape from the limitations of our own weakness and an invocation of all Good to enter and abide with us.

I think I dislike what I don't like more than I like what I like.

That golden sky, which was the doubly blessed symbol of advancing day and of approaching rest.

Every year strips us of at least one vain expectation, and teaches us to reckon some solid good in its stead.

For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty.

... one's own faults are always a heavy chain to drag through life and one can't help groaning under the weight now and then.