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

In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular.

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

But hope has an astonishing resilience and strength. Its very persistence in our hearts indicates that it is not a tonic for wishful thinkers but the ground on which realists stand.

Over and over again mediocrity is promoted because real worth isn't to be found.

I was taught that I had to 'master' subjects. But who can 'master' beauty, or peace, or joy?

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.