Grace Has A Grand Laughter In It.

A Letter Makes Ordinary Things Seem Important.

Then There Is The Matter Of My Mother's Abandonment Of Me. Again, This Is The Common Experience. They Walk Ahead Of Us, And Walk Too Fast, And Forget Us, They Are So Lost In Thoughts Of Their Own, And Soon Or Late They Disappear. The Only Mystery Is That We Expect It To Be Otherwise.

Fiction May Be, Whatever Else, An Exercise In The Capacity For Imaginative Love, Or Sympathy, Or Identification.

The Moon Looks Wonderful In This Warm Evening Light, Just As A Candle Flame Looks Beautiful In The Light Of Morning. Light Within Light...it Seems To Me To Be A Metaphor For The Human Soul, The Singular Light Within That Great General Light Of Existence.

The Lord Is More Constant And Far More Extravagant Than It Seems To Imply. Wherever You Turn Your Eyes The World Can Shine Like Transfiguration. You Don't Have To Bring A Thing To It Except A Little Willingness To See. Only, Who Could Have The Courage To See It?