One thing remaining, infallible, would be Enough.

After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. No was the night. Yes is this present sun.

Out of a thing believed, a thing affirmed: The form on the pillow humming while one sleeps, The aureole above the humming house... It can never be satisfied, t…

Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings Of those white elders; but, escaping, Left only Death's ironic scraping. Now, in its immortality, it plays On the cle…

Only a very bad theologian would confuse the certainty that follows revelation with the truths that are revealed. They are entirely different things.

I don't know very much but what I do know I know better than anybody, and I don't want to argue about it:My mind is not a bed to be made and re-made.

Six feet of land was all that he needed.