Philosophy is really homesickness.

Half of the misery in the world comes from trying to look, instead of trying to be, what one is not.

On Good Friday Jesus died But rose again at Eastertide.....Lord, teach us to understand that your Son died to save us not from suffering but from ourselves, not from injustice...but from being unjust. He died that we might live - but live as he lives, by dying as he died who died to himself.

Only because uplifted in song, was I able to endure the blaze of the dawn.

Forgiveness is the giving, and so the receiving, of life.

Let me, if I may, be ever welcomed to my room in winter by a glowing hearth, in summer by a vase of flowers. If I may not, let me think how nice they would be and bury myself in my work. I do not think that the road to contentment lies in despising what we have not got. Let us acknowledge all good, all delight that the worlds holds, and be content without it.

Anything large enough for a wish to light upon, is large enough to hang a prayer upon.