I looked at this tiny, perfect creature and it was as though a light switch had been turned on. A great rush of love flooded out of me.

In the evening of life we shall be judged on love, and not one of us is going to come off very well, and were it not for my absolute faith in the loving forgiveness of my Lord I could not call on him to come.

There is nothing so secular that it cannot be sacred, and that is one of the deepest messages of the Incarnation.

We do learn and develop when we are exposed to those who are greater than we are. Perhaps this is the chief way we mature.

A burst of harmony so brilliant that it almost overwhelmed them surrounded Meg, the cherubim, Calvin, and Mr. Jenkins. But after a moment of breathlessness, Meg was able to open herself to the song of the farae, these strange creatures who were Deepened, rooted, yet never seperated from each other, no matter how great the distance. We are the song of the universe. We sing with the angelic host. We are musicians. The farae and the stars are the singers. Our song orders the rhythm of creation.

Man has a viewpoint, but God has the view.

I would like to travel light on this journey of life, to get rid of the encumbrances I acquire each day.