When I think of the incredible, incomprehensible sweep of creation above me, I have the strange reaction of feeling fully alive. Rather than feeling lost and unimportant and meaningless, set against g...
When I start a new seminar I tell my students that I will undoubtedly contradict myself, and that I will mean both things.
What we are is going to be visible in our art, no matter how secular (on the surface) the subject may be.
We write alone, but we do not write in isolation. No matter how fantastic a story line may be, it still comes out of our response to what is happening to us and to the world in which we live.
We were sent here for something. And we know that all things work together for good them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose
We must pray when prayer seems dry as dust; we must write when we are physically tired, when our hearts are heavy, when our bodies are in pain.
We look not at the things which are what you would call seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporal. But the things which are not seen are eternal.
We look not at the things which are what you could call seen, but the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporal. But the things which are not seen are eternal.
We don't know what things LOOK like, as you say, the beast said. We know what things ARE like. It must be a very limiting thing, this seeing.
We can surely no longer pretend that our children are growing up into a peaceful, secure, and civilized world. We've come to the point where it's irresponsible to try to protect them from the irration...
We are the called according to His purpose, and whom He calls, them He also justifies. Of course we have help, and without help it would be much more difficult.
To love anyone is to hope in him always. From the moment at which we begin to judge anyone, to limit our confidence in him, from the moment at which we identify [pigeonhole] him, and so reduce him to...
There’s nothing the matter with his mind. He just does things in his own way and in his own time.
There was yesterday, which was gone, which was only a dream. There was tomorrow, which was a vision not unlike today. When was always Now, for there was little looking either backward or forward in th...
There are forces working in the world as never before in the history of mankind for standardization, for the regimentation of us all, or what I like to call making muffins of us, muffins all like ever...
Their love was a bright flower, youthful and radiantly beautiful.
The world has been abnormal for so long that we've forgotten what it's like to live in a peaceful and reasonable climate. If there is to be any peace or reason, we have to create it in our own hearts...
The winter is cold, is cold.All's spent in keeping warm.Has joy been frozen, too?I blow upon my handsStiff from the biting wind.My heart beats slow, beats slow.What has become of joy?If joy's gone fro...
The temptation for farandola or for man or for star is to stay an immature pleasure-seeker. When we seek our own pleasure as the ultimate good we place ourselves as the center of the universe. A fara...
The stones do not tell us what is going to happen, or what we are to do, any more than the stars. They speak to us only of our present position in the great pattern. Where we are now; here. Sometimes...