When you are unhappy, is there anything more maddening than to be told that you should be contented with your lot?

Spring seems far off, impossible, but it is coming. Already there is dusk instead of darkness at five in the afternoon; already hope is stirring at the edges of the day.

One may have been a fool, but there's no foolishness like being bitter.

Only Christ could have brought us all together, in this place, doing such absurd but necessary things.

But in order to have an adult faith, most of us have to outgrow and unlearn much of what we were taught about religion.

There seems to be so much more winter than we need this year.

Before you begin a thing, remind yourself that difficulties and delays quite impossible to foresee are ahead. If you could see them clearly, naturally you could do a great deal to get rid of them but you can't. You can only see one thing clearly and that is your goal. Form a mental vision of that and cling to it through thick and thin.