Long live words, and especially pith.  In principio erat verbum.

Some said it thundered twice each
day at the precise and awful moment
that they broke his hands.  Yet
it never thundered on the plains
–only in the highlands.

-Calvin Miller, The Song, (Downers Grove, IL: Intervarsity Press, 1977), 14

We are drawn to stories because our own life is a story and we are looking for help.

-Daniel Taylor, as quoted in Leland Ryken, Ed., The Christian Imagination, (Colorado Springs: Waterbrook Press, 2002), 407

It takes a breeze
to make a banner speak.

-Calvin Miller, The Song, (Downers Grove, IL: Intervarsity Press, 1977), 35

Everyman ate the crushed bread and remembered the machine where the Prince of Planets bled.  He never tore the wounded loaves but that he swallowed hard in joy.

-Calvin Miller, The Song, (Downers Grove, IL: Intervarsity Press, 1977), 92

“O clap your hands
you dying heads of state!
His love will come to cleanse
the practiced hate
of fallen Terra.”

-Calvin Miller, The Song, (Downers Grove, IL: Intervarsity Press, 1977), 22

I find, for some odd psychological reason, that I can deal better with a man’s exercise of freewill if I believe that he has got it.

-G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy, Ch. 9

Never was it one but
always three.
Never was it three but
always one.
Claiming boldly it would
always be–
Yet crying out it never
had begun.

-Calvin Miller, The Song, (Downers Grove, IL: Intervarsity Press, 1977), 38

A happiness that is sought for ourselves alone can never be found: for a happiness that is diminished by being shared is not big enough to make us happy.

-Thomas Merton, No Man Is An Island, (Barnes & Noble Books, 2003), 3

No one ever converted to Christianity because they lost the argument.

-Phillip Yancey