Pay close attention to objects, events and natural phenomenon that would otherwise get chewed up in the daily grind.

I sense that striving for wholeness is, increasingly, a countercultural goal, as fragmented people make for better consumers.

Peace - that was the other name for home.

Each and every one of us has one obligation, during the bewildered days of our pilgrimage here: the saving of his own soul, and secondarily and incidentally thereby affecting for good such other souls as come under our influence.

It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough?

Just the knowledge that a good book is waiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.

If grace is so wonderful, why do we have such difficulty recognizing and accepting it? Maybe it's because grace is not gentle or made-to-order. It often comes disguised as loss, or failure, or unwelcome change.