She knew that was not an honest prayer, and she did not linger over it. The right prayer would have been, Lord . . . I am miserable and bitter at heart, and old fears are rising up in me so that everything I do makes everything worse.

A letter makes ordinary things seem important.

Generosity is also an act of freedom, a casting off of the constraints of prudence and self-interest.

It seems to me there is less meanness in atheism, by a good measure. It seems that the spirit of religious self-righteousness this article deplores is precisely the spirit in which it is written. Of course he's right about many things, one of them being the destructive potency of religious self-righteousness. (p. 146)

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

Rejoice with those who rejoice." I have found that difficult too often. I was much better at weeping with those who weep.

It all means more than I can tell you. So you must not judge what I know by what I find words for.