Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.

Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.

The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void. As the stars came nearer, the sky retreated deeper and deeper into the night color. The layers of the Border Range, indistinguishable one from another, cast their heaviness at the skirt of the starry sky in a blackness grave and somber enough to communicate their mass. The whole of the night scene came together in a clear, tranquil harmony.

Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.

People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.

Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.

The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?