A God In The Hand Is Worth

You Can Never Be Sure Whether You Are Discovering The Truth Or Inventing It.

Maybe At The Heart Of All Our Traveling Is The Dream Of Someday, Somehow, Getting Home.

What's Lost Is Nothing To What's Found, And All The Death That Ever Was, Set Next To Life, Would Scarcely Fill A Cup.

... In The Long Run, There Can Be No Joy For Anybody Until There Is Joy Finally For Us All

Justice Is The Grammar Of Things. Mercy Is The Poetry Of Things.