"He who learns must suffer and even in our sleep the pain we cannot forget falls drop by drop upon our heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God."
Monday, December 20, 2010
"The stars appear every night in the sky. All is well."
The goodness I receive marks me a lucky man. Sunday made sacred not by popes or caiaphas but by the intimate conversation of family.
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