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

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

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

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

Poets and monks... We're both sort of peripheral to the world.

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

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