There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.

If love could force my own thoughts over the edge of the world and out of time, then could I not see how even divine omnipotence might by the force of its own love be swayed down to the world? ...how it might, because it could know its own creatures only by compassion, put on mortal flesh, become a man, and walk among us, assume our nature and our fate, suffer our faults and our death?

I believe that the world was created and approved by love, that it subsists, coheres, and endures by love, and that, insofar as it is redeemable, it can be redeemed only by love.

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

If we do not serve what coheres and endures, we serve what disintegrates and destroys.

It was a country . . . that he and his people had known how to use and abuse, but not how to preserve.

Thinking is the most overrated human activity.