The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself.

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

Yes, and because we grow old we become more and more the stuff our forbears put into us. I can feel his savagery strengthen in me. We think we are so individual and so misunderstood when we are young; but the nature our strain of blood carries is inside there, waiting, like our skeleton.

She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last.

[Dawn] is always such a forgiving time. When that first cold, bright streak comes over the water, it's as if all our sins were pardoned; as if the sky leaned over the earth and kissed it and gave it absolution.

Religion is different from everything else; because in religion seeking is finding.