So, friends, every day do something that won't compute...Give your approval to all you cannot understand...Ask the questions that have no answers. Put your faith in two inches of humus that will build under the trees every thousand years...Laugh. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts....Practice resurrection.

To mind being disliked by a woman you don’t desire and are not married to is yet another serious failure of common sense.

Perhaps all the good that ever has come here has come because people prayed it into the world.

The connections between people and land are dangerously oversimplified and mainly technological.

Reverence makes it possible to be whole, though ignorant. It is the wholeness of understanding.

It's kind of alarming for me to realize that, when I'm writing stories about times I remember, it's already historical fiction.

The shoddy work of despair, the pointless work of pride, equally betray Creation. They are wastes of life.