How do we submit? By not being radical enough. Or by not being thorough enough, which is the same thing.

A teacher's major contribution may pop out anonymously in the life of some ex-student's grandchild. A teacher, finally, has nothing to go on but faith, a student nothing to offer in return but testimony.

Especially among Christians in positions of wealth and power, the idea of reading the Gospels and keeping Jesus' commandments as stated therein has been replaced by a curious process of logic. According to this process, people first declare themselves to be followers of Christ, and then they assume that whatever they say or do merits the adjective "Christian".

To cherish what remains of the Earth and to foster its renewal is our only legitimate hope of survival.

The form of a poem is invisible. A poem is not an "object." This is hard to accept in a mechanical age.

The mercy of the world is time. Time does not stop for love, but it does not stop for death and grief, either.

We have the world to live in on the condition that we will take good care of it. And to take good care of it we have to know it. And to know it and to be willing to take care of it, we have to love it.