“There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.”

“Ah, the inner eye blinks, and the spirit trembles, at the dangerous cost of seeing one's self as one is.”

“Only he with the hobbled foot knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can appreciate what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us. That we in our sinful souls can ever imagine charity- 'She can't go on for a moment. 'We may not always be able to practice charity, but that in this world we can even imagine it at all! That act of daring requires the greatest challenge,”

“She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.”

“Children played at those stories; they dreamed about them. They took them to heart and acted as if to live inside them.”

“Memory is a part of the present. It builds us up inside; it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our hearts pumping. It is memory that reminds our bodies to work, and memory that reminds our spirits to work to: it keeps us who we are.~Candle”

“I may not know how to fly but I know how to read, and that's almost the same thing.”