Wariness about change is a kind of prairie wisdom.

This is a God who is not identified with the help of a dictionary but through a relationship.

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.

Traversing a slow page, to come upon a lode of the pure shining metal is to exult inwardly for greedy hours.

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.

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

Laundry, liturgy and women's work all serve to ground us in the world, and they need not grind us down. Our daily tasks, whether we perceive them as drudgery or essential, life-supporting work, do not define who we are as women or as human beings.