The Perfect Moment, Once Lost,

Our Home, Our Special Country, Is For All Of Us The Place Where We Find Liberation; A Very Difficult Word ... That Tries To Describe Something That Can't Be Described But Is The Only Thing Worth Having.

He Grinned At Her, And She Grinned At Him, And It Seemed To Maria That Suddenly The Sun Came Out.

Peace ... Was Contingent Upon A Certain Disposition Of The Soul, A Disposition To Receive The Gift That Only Detachment From Self Made Possible.

Because Of Course She Had Known She Must Go. She Always Did The Thing Because In Obedience Lay The Integrity That God Asked Of Her. If Anyone Had Asked Her What She Meant By Integrity She Would Not Have Been Able To Tell Them But She Had Seen It Once Like A Picture In Her Mind, A Root Going Down Into The Earth And Drinking Deeply There. No One Was Really Alive Without That Root.

I Don't Think There's Anything More Tiring ... Than Expecting People Who Don't Turn Up.