We are not commanded (or forbidden) to love our mates, our children, our friends, our country because such affections come naturally to us and are good in themselves, although we may corrupt them. We are commanded to love our neighbor because our natural attitude toward the other is one of either indifference or hostility.

There's always another story. There's more than meets the eye.

To choose what is difficult all one's days, as if it were easy, that is faith

To make one, there must be two.

Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves, they won't believe again in their own size.

Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.

But he would have us most of all remember to be enthusiastic over the night. Not only for the sense of wonder it alone has to offer but also because it needs our love. For with sad eyes its delectable creatures look up and beg us dumbly to ask them to follow. They are exiles who long for a future that lies in our power.