And I knew that the Spirit that had gone forth to shape the world and make it live was still alive in it. I just had no doubt. I could see that I lived in the created world, and it was still being created. I would be part of it forever. There was no escape. The Spirit that made it was in it, shaping it and reshaping it, sometimes lying at rest, sometimes standing up and shaking itself, like a muddy horse, and letting the pieces fly.

You cannot devalue the body and value the soul Or value anything else.

Sometimes I knew in all my mind and heart why I had done what I had done, and I welcomed the sacrifice. But there were times too when I lived in a desert and felt no joy and saw no hope and could not remember my old feelings. Then I lived by faith alone, faith without hope. What good did I get from it? I got to have love in my heart.

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

We can grow good wheat and make good bread only if we understand that we do not live by bread alone.

If we do not live where we work and when we work we are wasting our lives and our work too.

A change of heart or of values without a practice is only another pointless luxury of a passively consumptive way of life.