Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix.

Every day of our lives we are on the verge of making those slight changes that would make all the difference.

Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.

We are keenly aware of the faults of our friends, but if they like us enough it doesn't matter.

If the second marriage really succeeds, the first one didn't really fail.

How tired God must be of guilt and loneliness, for that is all we ever bring to Him.

Confession is good for the conscience, but it usually bypasses the soul.