Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.
A happy love is full of quarrels, you know.
Beauty, real beauty, is something very grave. If there is a God, He must be partly that.
We poison our lives with fear of burglary and shipwreck, and, ask anyone, the house is never burgled, and the ship never goes down.
Life has a way of setting things in order and leaving them be. Very tidy, is life.
I like reality. It tastes like bread.