There's so much to be grateful for, words are poor things.

I was read to as a small child, I read on my own as soon as I could, and I recall being more or less overwhelmed again and again - if not by what the books actually said, by what they suggested, what they helped me to imagine.

People talk about how wonderful the world seems to children, and that's true enough. But children think they will grow into it and understand it, and I know very well that I will not, and would not if I had a dozen lives.

Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable, and finally has come to look and not to buy.

You have to live with your mind your whole life.

. . . there is an absolute disjunction between our Father's love and our deserving.

Vision sometimes comes in a memory.