Sublime

Not yet does he understand that there is a my way and a your way, but that there is no “the” way.

I took a medium-sized bottle of Jim Beam and drank from it under the covers while reading No Man Is an Island by Thomas Merton. Without God, we are no longer persons. We become dumb animals under pain, happy if we can behave at least like quiet animals and die without too much confusion.

You have to be a certain kind of person to make this book work for you: the kind of person who, at least some of the time, cares more about working toward the truth than about one’s current social position.

Literature not only illuminated another’s experience, it provided, I believed, the richest material for moral reflection.

John O’Donohue, a former Irish Catholic priest, philosopher, poet, and, in his own words, mystic