...the only thing that continues is the consequences of our action.

Daily the world grows smaller, leaving understanding the only place where peace can find a home.

All -isms end up in schisms.

Poetry is a special use of language that opens onto the real. The business of the poet is truth telling, which is why in the Celtic tradition no one could be a teacher unless he or she was a poet.

...like a magnetic compass turning north, I always tried to head in the direction of the better, which is the direction to God. ...the directions that appeared to lead away from Christianity led me deeper into it.

I have a body and I have a soul. And my body belongs to the faith - in fact, the church - into which it was born, the Methodist Church.

The self is too small an object for perpetual enthusiasm.