Fresh peach pie can lift a bullying reprobate into apologetic courtesy; I have watched it happen.

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

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.

What else exhausts like sustained deception?

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

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

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