Death is the perfect knowing.

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.

Death is the perfect knowing.

What feeling in all the world is so nice as that of a child's hand in yours? It is soft. It is small and warm. It is as innocent and guileless as a rabbit or a puppy or a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.

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.

A child's hand in yours - what tenderness and power it arouses. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom and strength.

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