A Well-trained Dog Is Like Religion, It

In Times Of Storm And Tempest, Of Indecision And Desolation, A Book Already Known And Loved Makes Better Reading Than Something New And Untried ... Nothing Is So Warming And Companionable.

The Child In Us Is Always There, You Know, And It's The Best Part Of Us, The Winged Part That Travels Farthest.

Jean Was Visited By One Of Her Rare Moments Of Happiness, One Of Those Moments When The Goodness Of God Was So Real To Her That It Was Like Taste And Scent; The Rough Strong Taste Of Honey In The Comb And The Scent Of Water. Her Thoughts Of God Had A Homeliness That At Times Seemed Shocking, In Spite Of Their Power, Which Could Rescue Her From Terror Or Evil With An Ease That Astonished Her.

The Sun Is Still There... Even If Clouds Drift Over It. Once You Have Experienced The Reality Of Sunshine You May Weep, But You Will Never Feel Ice About Your Heart Again.

He Grinned At Her, And She Grinned At Him, And It Seemed To Maria That Suddenly The Sun Came Out.