I have always liked the phrase "nursing a grudge " because many people are tender of their resentments as of the thing nearest their hearts.

Light is constant, we just turn over in it.

There is more beauty than our eyes can bear, precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm.

There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embracing, incomprehensible reality. It makes no sense at all because it is the eternal breaking in on the temporal. So how could it subordinate itself to cause or consequence?

...not deciding to act would be identical with deciding not to act.

It saddens me that Christians need to be reminded that awe is owed also to those who disagree with them, who believe otherwise than they do.

We inhabit, we are part of, a reality for which explanation is much too poor and small.