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.

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.

Wariness about change is a kind of prairie wisdom.

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

I wonder if children don't begin to reject both poetry and religion for similar reasons, because the way both are taught takes the life out of them.

If we are lucky, we can give in and rest without feeling guilty. We can stop doing and concentrate on being.

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.