Prayer, to the thinking person, is almost inescapable.

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

some people seem to graze like sheep in the placid pastures of their faith. Some of them were born there and never broke away ... Others, after some wandering, found shelter there and are quiet and content. They look with a bland mystification at the mavericks.

When you write from the heart, you not only light the dark path of your readers, you light your own way as well.

Young women especially have something invested in being nice people, and it's only when you have children that you realize you're not a nice person at all, but generally a selfish bully.

Prayer, to the thinking person, is almost inescapable.

Let me remember that each life must follow its own course, and that what happens to other people has absolutely nothing to do with what happens to me.