Truth, and goodness, and beauty, are but different faces of the same All

A man is a god in ruins.

Go into one of our cool churches, and begin to count the words that might be spared, and in most places the entire sermon will go.

Our prayers are prophets.

The history of persecution is a history of endeavors to cheat nature, to make water run up hill, to twist a rope of sand.

The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.

Reality is a sliding door.