Any father…must finally give his child up to the wilderness and trust to the providence of God. It seems almost a cruelty for one generation to beget….

Theologians talk about a prevenient grace that precedes grace itself and allows us to accept it. I think there must also be a prevenient courage that….

The locus of the human mystery is perception of this world. From it proceeds every thought, every art..

Grace has a grand laughter in it..

Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the sile….

Nothing true can be said about God from a posture of defense..

We inhabit, we are part of, a reality for which explanation is much too poor and small..

Never, ever condescend to the reader. Assume you are writing for someone better and smarter than you are. This will protect you from conventionalism,….

Ordinary things have always seemed numinous to me.

There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embra….

For our purposes as human beings, the mind is the center of everything..

Weary or bitter of bewildered as we may be, God is faithful. He lets us wander so we will know what it means to come home..

Love is holy because it is like grace--the worthiness of its object is never really what matters..

There is more beauty than our eyes can bear, precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm..

Memory can make a thing seem to have been much more than it was..

I want to overhear passionate arguments about what we are and what we are doing and what we ought to do. I want to feel that art is an utterance made….

We are part of a mystery, a splendid mystery within which we must attempt to orient ourselves if we are to have a sense of our own nature..

You build your mind, so make it into something you want to live with..

We experience pain and difficulty as failure instead of saying, I will pass through this, everyone I have ever admired has passed through this, music….

To recognize our bias toward error should teach us modesty and reflection, and to forgive it should help us avoid the inhumanity of thinking we ourse….

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it..