Anything that's natural can't be sinful-it may be inconvenient, but it's not sinful.

Qui plussait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.

If we don't pray according to the needs of the heart, we repress our deepest longings. Our prayers may not be rational, and we may be quite aware of that, but if we repress our needs, then those unsaid prayers will fester.

A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.

Rather than feeling lost and unimportant and meaningless, set against galaxies which go beyond the reach of the furthest telescopes, I feel that my life has meaning. Perhaps I should feel insignificant, but instead I feel a soaring in my heart that the God who could create all this — and out of nothing — can still count the hairs of my head.

That's a sure way to tell about somebody--the way they play, or don't play, make-believe.

Refusing to accept God's love because we're unworthy - of course we're unworthy! - is another golden calf.