Each of us has a "soft spot": the place in our experience where we feel vulnerable and tender. This soft spot is inherent in appreciation and love, and it is equally inherent in pain.
Vision is more than looking.
It is only through us that God lives. When we abandon him, he dies.
We believe we're seeing the world just fine until it's called to our attention that we're not.
Death. . . The moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
The brain runs its show incognito.
I always bounce my legs when I'm sitting.
but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.
I never grew up with a mother's hand - that's why I will forever be insecure, I think, in that primal way.
Is there no virtue among us? If there be not, we are in a wretched situation. No theoretical checks-no form of government can render us secure. To suppose that any form of government will secure liberty or happiness without any virtue in the people, is a chimerical idea, if there be sufficient virtue and intelligence in the community, it will be exercised in the selection of these men. So that we do not depend on their virtue, or put confidence in our rulers, but in the people who are to choose them.
I realized that If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes. In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia. Real freedom lies in wildness, not in civilization.