When things are taking their ordinary course, it is hard to remember what matters.

And often enough, when we think we are protecting ourselves, we are struggling against our rescuer.

You never know when you might be seeing someone for the last time.

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

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

I don't know exactly what covetous is, but in my experience it is not so much desiring someone else's virtue or happiness as rejecting it, taking offense at the beauty of it.

This morning the world by moonlight seemed to be an immemorial acquaintance I had always meant to befriend. If there was ever a chance, it had passed. Strange to say, I feel a little that way about myself.