BiographyType: Writer Born: November 29, 1918 Died: September 6, 2007 (aged 88) Madeleine was born on November 29th, 1918, and spent her formative years in New York City. Instead of her school work, she found that she would much rather be writing stories, poems and journals for herself, which was reflected in her grades (not the best). However, she was not discouraged. |
Our country in general assumes that "the pursuit of happiness" really means "the pursuit of pleasure" and that therefore pleasure is the greatest good.
Death is contagious; it is contracted the moment we are conceived.
Qui plussait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.
But you see, Meg, just because we don't understand doesn't mean that the explanation doesn't exist.
A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.
Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies and ambiguities and sudden, startling joys.
I get glimmers of the bad nineteenth-century teaching which has made Mother remove God from the realm of mystery and beauty and glory, but why do people half my age think that they don't have faith unless their faith is small and comprehensible and like a good old plastic Jesus?
A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.