“Laying down one’s rights- meekness- is a blessed virtue, one that must surely come straight from the Throne of Grace.”

This is what reading is like to me. It’s finding a spring in the midst of a barren land. Just when I think I might up and die of thirst, I stumble onto this fresh, cold water, and I’m suddenly given this new life because I can-and do-drink to my heart’s content.

The tarter the apple, the tastier the cider.