Courage encourages courage.

This is the love of God, an alchemy that can turn enemies into children.

Many of us are confessional giants but ethical midgets.

Here lies the basic flaw of all doubt. It can never really be satisfied. No evidence is ever fully, finally enough. Doubt wants always to consume, never to consummate. It clamors endlessly for an answer and so drowns out any answer that might be given it.

Busyness makes us stop caring about the things we care about.

God gave us laughter, I think, as a balm to wash the wounds of our own blunders, as a splint to mend the bones we break in our rashness or vanity.

All the wickedness in the world begins with an act of forgetting.