In a houseful of toddlers and pets, you can start out having a bad day, but you keep getting detoured.

If God had wanted to be a big secret, He would not have created babbling brooks and whispering pines.

I refuse to be burdened by vague worries. If something wants to worry me, it will have to make itself clear.

In sinners and repenters you have the original division of labor.

The experience I gained at age 21 would be useful if I were ever 21 again. But I'm 71 and new at it and keep making age 71 mistakes.

What if, instead of a parallel universe, there's a perpendicular universe? Discuss.

Inner beauty, too, needs occasionally to be told it is beautiful.