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

Where do you think you’re going?” Dr. Nokes demanded…. “What do you have for directions?” And Dad… said, “I have the substance of things hoped for. I have the anticipation of things unseen

Of all facial expressions, which is the worst to have aimed at you? Wouldn't you agree it's disgust?

Love is a strange fact - it hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things. It makes no sense at all.

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

We and the world, my children, will always be at war. Retreat is impossible. Arm yourselves.

We see a newborn moth unwrapping itself and announce, Look, children, a miracle! But let an irreversible wound be knit back to seamlessness? We won't even see it, though we look at it every day.