Some nights in the midst of this loneliness I swung among the scattered stars at the end of the thin thread of faith alone.

We are living even now among punishments and ruins.

With its array of gadgets and machines, all powered by energies that are destructive of land or air or water, and connected to work, market, school, recreation, etc., by gasoline engines, the modern home is a veritable factory of waste and destruction. It is the mainstay of the economy of money. But within the economies of energy and nature, it is a catastrophe. It takes in the world's goods and converts them into garbage, sewage, and noxious fumes-for none of which have we found a use.

He never complained. He seemed to have no instinct for the making much of oneself that complaining requires.

Without prosperous local economies, the people have no power and the land no voice.

In health the flesh is graced, the holy enters the world.

To love anything good, at any cost, is a bargain.