Love Must Have Wings To Fly Away

I Wonder More And More Just Where I May Have Come Out If I Had Never Seen Harvard Square.

For Through It All--above, Beyond It All-- I Know The Far-sent Message Of The Years, I Feel The Coming Glory Of The Light.

I Don't Say What God Is, But A Name That Somehow Answers Us When We Are Driven To Feel And Think How Little We Have To Do With What We Are.

The World Is A Kind Of Spiritual Kindergarten Where Millions Of Bewildered Infants Are Trying To Spell "god" With The Wrong Blocks.

Friends: People Who Borrow My Books And Set Wet Glasses On Them.