anger

compassion

existence of god

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novelist

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American

poet

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Presbyterianism

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is a veritable feast, full of savorings which one readily wolfs down, only to realize that what one is eating at is oneself. As such, one becomes the skeleton of one's own revenge feast.

Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back-- in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you. Frederick Buechner

is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.

Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too. Frederick Buechner

is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin.

Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.

is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.

is no easier to demonstrate for man as it would be for Sherlock Holmes to demonstrate the existence of Arthur Conan Doyle.

It is as impossible for man to demonstrate the existence of God as it would be for even Sherlock Holmes to demonstrate the existence of Arthur Conan Doyle.

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Frederick Buechner