If we knew as much about heaven as God does, we would clap our hands every time a Christian dies.

And her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay.

Which of us is other than a secret to all but God!

To judge religion we must have it--not stare at it from the bottom of a seemingly interminable ladder.

I learned that he that will be a hero will barely be a man; that he that will be nothing but a doer of his work is sure of his manhood.

Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here.

Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through.