You never know what peace is until you walk on the shores or in the fields or along the winding red roads of Prince Edward Island in a summer twilight when the dew is falling and the old stars are peeping out and the sea keeps its mighty tryst with the little land it loves. You find your soul then. You realize that youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.

Don't believe in imagining things different from what they really are. When the Lord puts us in certain circumstances He doesn't mean for us to imagine them away.

Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying.

Thank goodness air and salvation are still free...and so is laughter.

She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.

It makes you feel very virtuous when you forgive people, doesn't it?

I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.