Prayer, to the thinking person, is almost inescapable.

My God would never deliberately bring harm to anyone. But if it happens, if it simply happens due to wind and rain and weather and man's own mistakes, then God has promises to keep: Li£e continuing. An even richer, fuller, brighter ongoing life to compensate.

One day you're racing about the business of life, harried but vital, a part of its machinery. Then gradually but inexorably you are left out, until one day you find the machinery tearing along without you - and nobody even notices.

Prayer, to the thinking person, is almost inescapable.

The man or woman who treasures his friends is usually solid gold himself.

Man is the only creature whose emotions are entangled with his memory.

poetry ... is another way to be hurled straight into the heart of God.