There are two occasions when the sacred beauty of Creation becomes dazzlingly apparent, and they occur together. One is when we feel our mortal insufficiency to the world, and the other is when we feel the world's mortal insufficiency to us.

Love is holy because it is like grace--the worthiness of its object is never really what matters.

Faith takes a great many forms, suited to a variety of sensibilities, and mine happens to suit me very well.

The great truth that is too often forgotten is that it is in the nature of people to do good to one another.

God does not need our worship. We worship to enlarge our sense of holy, so that we can feel and know the presense of the Lord, who is with us always. He said, Love is what it amounts to, a loftier love, and pleasure in a loving presence.

Then there is the matter of my mother's abandonment of me. Again, this is the common experience. They walk ahead of us, and walk too fast, and forget us, they are so lost in thoughts of their own, and soon or late they disappear. The only mystery is that we expect it to be otherwise.

I am grateful for all those dark years, even though in retrospect they seem like a long, bitter prayer that was answered finally.