The discipline of creation, be it to paint, compose, write, is an effort towards wholeness.

We have much to be judged on when he comes, slums and battlefields and insane asylums, but these are the symptoms of our illness and the result of our failures in love.

With our human limitations we're not always able to understand the explanations.

Love. That was what she had that IT did not have.

It takes too much energy to be against something unless it's really important.

our country in general assumes that "the pursuit of happiness" really means "the pursuit of pleasure" and that therefore pleasure is the greatest good.

No matter how true I believe what I am writing to be, if the reader cannot also participate in that truth, then I have failed.