I share Einstein's affirmation that anyone who is not lost in rapturous awe at the power and glory of the mind behind the universe "is as good as a burnt out candle."

When we are writing, or painting, or composing, we are, during the time of creativity, freed from normal restrictions, and are opened to a wider world, where colors are brighter, sounds clearer, and people more wondrously complex than we normally realize.

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

Death is contagious; it is contracted the moment we are conceived.

It might be a good idea if, like the White Queen, we practiced believing six impossible things every morning before breakfast, for we are called on to believe what to many people is impossible. Instead of rejoicing in this glorious "impossible" which gives meaning and dignity to our lives, we try to domesticate God, to make his might actions comprehensible to our finite minds.

Experiment is the mother of knowledge.

Thinking I'm a moron gives people something to feel smug about," Charles Wallace said. "Why should I disillusion them?