Be careful whom you choose to hate. The small and the vulnerable own a protection great enough, if you could but see it, to melt you into jelly. Beware those who reside beneath the shadow of the Wings.

Once torched by truth...a little thing like faith is easy.

Many a night I woke to the murmer of paper and knew (Dad) was up, sitting in the kitchen with frayed King James - oh, but he worked that book; he held to it like a rope ladder.

It is one thing to be sick of your own infirmities and another to understand that the people you love most are sick of them also. You are very near then to being friendless in the world.

When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of earth.

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

Why is it our failures only show us more clearly the people we are failing?