We Know Well Only What We Are

This God Who, As The Psalmist Said, Built His Tabernacles In The Sun, Now Establishes Himself In The Very Core Of The Flesh And The Blood.

There Is No Accident In Our Choice Of Reading. All Our Sources Are Related.

Where Does Discipline End? Where Does Cruelty Begin? Somewhere Between These, Thousands Of Children Inhabit A Voiceless Hell.

Doubt Is Nothing But A Trivial Agitation On The Surface Of The Soul, While Deep Down There Is A Calm Certainty.

If You Would Tell Me The Heart Of A Man, Tell Me Not What He Reads, But What He Rereads.