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

When I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time for listening.

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.

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 my dreams, I never have an age.

Our story is never written in isolation. We do not act in a one-man play. We can do nothing that does not affect other people, no matter how loudly we say, "It's my own business.

Friends--or lovers--are not always available to each other. Inner turmoils can cause us to be unhearing when someone needs us, to need to receive understanding when we should be giving understanding.