I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.

Is there a single person on whom I can press belief? No sir. All I can do is say, Here's how it went. Here's what I saw. I've been there and am going back. Make of it what you will.

I prayed the Lord would sort (my prayers) out and answer as needed. Above all that he would hurry.

Routine is worry's sly assassin.

Real miracles bother people, like strange sudden pains unknown in medical literature.

Good advice is a wise man's friend, of course; but sometimes it just flies on past, and all you can do is wave.

It is one thing to say you're at war with this whole world and stick your chest out believing it, but when the world shows up with it's crushing numbers and its predatory knowledge, it is another thing completely.