Nothing True Can Be Said About God

It Seems To Me Some People Just Go Around Lookin' To Get Their Faith Unsettled. That Has Been The Fashion For The Last Hundred Years Or So.

The Mind Has A Complex Life That Can Seem Quite Autonomous - Dreams, Obsessions, Unwilled Memory Are All Instances Of This.

There's So Much To Be Grateful For, Words Are Poor Things.

She Conceived Of Life As A Road Down Which One Traveled, An Easy Enough Road Through A Broad Country, And That One's Destination Was There From The Very Beginning, A Measured Distance Away, Standing In The Ordinary Light Like Some Plain House Where One Went In And Was Greeted By Respectable People And Was Shown To A Room Where Everything One Had Ever Lost Or Put Aside Was Gathered Together, Waiting.

Grace Has A Grand Laughter In It.