The loss of something that is never thought of, felt, or sought for when lost is not a loss at all.

Love is a command, not just a feeling. Somehow, in the romantic world of music and theater we have made love to be what it is not. We have so mixed it with beauty and charm and sensuality and contact that we have robbed it of its higher call of cherishing and nurturing.

The more we see the unconscionable ends to which the human spirit can descend when it is determined to remain autonomous, the more our confidence in human methods diminishes.

Time isn't just a fleeting thing. It never moves forward without engraving its mark upon the heart.

A mood can be a dangerous state of mind, because it can crush reason under the weight of feeling.

I do not believe that one can earnestly seek and find the priceless treasure of God's call without a devout prayer life. That is where God speaks.

Grace misunderstood will always lead to jealousy.