❝ All earthly ills yield to two all-potent remedies, time and silence.

❝ It’s for the touch, for the touch. After all we are only human beings down here and we could do with a lot more praise and comfort than we actually get. Earthling reassurance - it’s in permanently short supply, don’t you think? Be honest, brother. Lady, now tell the truth. When was the last time a fellow-Earther let you rest your head on their heart, caressed your cheek, and said things designed to make you feel deeply okay? It doesn’t happen often enough, does it. We’d all like it to happen a lot more often than it does. Can’t we do a deal? Oh boy (I bet you’re thinking), that head-on-heart stuff, whew, could I use a little of that.

❝ A Franciscan, Dominican, and a Jesuit are celebrating Mass together when the lights suddenly go out in the Church. The Franciscan praises the chance to live more simply. The Dominican gives a learned homily on how God brings light to the world. The Jesuit goes to the basement to fix the fuses.

❝ He walked down, for a long while, avoiding looking at her as at the sun, but seeing her, as one does the sun, without looking.