And sometimes when we listen, we are led into places we do not expect, into adventures we do not always understand.

When we look at a painting, or hear a symphony, or read a book, and feel more Named, then, for us, that work is a work of Christian art. But to look at a work of art and then to make a judgment as to whether or not it is art, and whether or not it is Christian, is presumptuous. It is something we cannot know in any conclusive way. We can know only if it speaks within our own hearts, and leads us to living more deeply with Christ in God.

Truth is eternal. Knowledge is changeable. It is disastrous to confuse them.

what I must learn is to love with all of me, giving all of me, and yet remain whole in myself. Any other kind of love is too demanding of the other; it takes, rather than gives. To love so completely that you lose yourself in another person is not good. You are giving a weight, not the sense of lightness and light that loving someone should give.

We can't take any credit for our talents. It's how we use them that counts.

Like all great fantasists, he has taught me about life, life in eternity rather than chronology, life in that time in which we are real.

In our dreams we are able to fly . . . and that is a remembering of how we were meant to be.