We have not wondered enough at the delights God has given us to appreciate them, and be good stewards. We have overworked the land, poured pollutants into river and stream, fouled the air we breathe with gas fumes and chemical smoke spiraling up from industrial chimneys. We have sown the wind. We are reaping the whirlwind.

We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the very lavishness of the gift.

The prayer of words cannot be eliminated. And I must pray them daily, whether I feel like praying or not. Otherwise, when God as something to say to me, I will not know how to listen. Until I have worked through self, I will not be enabled to get out of the way.

You learn to write by doing it.

anything that stretches the mind is a help to the potential author.

Great art always transcends its culture, while lesser art merely reflects it.

If you aren't unhappy sometimes you don't know how to be happy.